The grub was excellent, although there was a confusing difference in the nomenclature of some of the edibles between US and UK English. 'I don't want ...o raspberry jelly on my bread!' I heard one dismayed Geordie sergeant say, looking at the label on a jar of preserve. 'Where's the fucking raspberry jam?'At Khanabad we spent two weeks learning the basics of the Uzbek language, which was spoken both sides of the border, as the tribe/clans we would be working with were ethnic Uzbeks rather than. He told me when and where and walked away. On the night of the party Mrs Wilkens picked me up and we drove a couple of blocks over to the house. We went in and the six guys in there were already drinking and cutting up. They fixed us some drinks and we all talked and laughed for about thirty minutes and then Mrs Wilkens got up and removed all her clothes. I think she was in her mid thirtys, nice boobs, dark bush, dark hair. Average body and brown eyes. She danced around and soon the guys. 'I know..' She replied, In a slow, but cheeky manner. I found myself looking from her eyes to her lips, back to her eyes. She did the same.'I urm, found a couple.' Still face to face with her, she reached to my hand and took the menus.'Thanks.' Slowly, she rose to her tip toes, put her hand around my neck and pulled my face towards hers. Her soft young lips pressed against mine, and I moved with her as her mouth opened and offer me her tongue. She slid her tongue into my mouth, and I gently. So he did. He started to make long strokes from almost all the way out to deep inside her, the unmistakeable sound of his thighs slapping on her tight ass creating a sexy rhythm. Serena clenched the bed sheets in her fists and bowed her head to the bed, pushing her ass into the air. As Phil looked down he saw she was so wet her juices were flowing down the inside of her thighs. He reached down and collected some on his fingers, and then made his thumb slick and slippery. As he thrust into her.