Their people were in deep poverty and had been for a while after the decades of embargoes and sanctions. Gas and food were rationed as was electricity... We called them rolling blackouts. For the Iranians it had become a way of life - electricity for four hours a day - except for Teheran.Nuclear accidents had been costly; thousands of acres were off limits for decades because of radiation from test failures and waste disposal. Yet they pushed on to develop weapons of mass destruction.The. It went on forever, in reality probably 30 seconds or so. My hand was on her thigh to her ass cheek. It was bare, I figured she had a thong on but as it turned out, no. We were mutually commando. It was so smooth and toned, and she inhaled as I squeezed it a little. She came in closer, resuming our incredible kissing. My other hand went from her back to her firm breast, feeling a really stiff nipple through her shirt and bra. More deep inhaling. Her hands were busy too. She got right to the. I wrap my arms around you and pull your body against mine. Before long, we're in the middle of an intense make out session, with you holding up my right leg around your hip, pressing your hardness against me, and kissing my neck passionately. I am incredibly wet. You look me in the eyes and can probably tell how horny I am. You unbutton my jeans and slowly move your hand inside my black lace panties. I groan loudly as you dip into my wetness and bury your finger deep inside me. I desperately. Seriously. But it looks good. You look good. Ow!”Siller recoiled from the jab in the kidney delivered by his girlfriend sitting beside him.I laughed. “Well thanks, Siller, I think. Hi Nicole, how are YOU doing?”“Pretty good, except I’m still stuck with Silly here.” She grinned back.“Siller, girl, rhymes with killer, you know? Don’ be messin’ with my rep!”Everybody laughed.I looked at Nicole with new interest. We had met a few times, even double-dated once. But like Jack and Siller both said, I.