After the hangovers, the artillery and machine-guns started up again and men that were drinking buddies yesterday were killing each other today.In Nov...mber, the whole shooting match was heading to South America for rally races in Brazil, Argentina, Chile, and Ecuador. The cars would be going by ship and woe betide the submarine that put a torpedo in that ship. A captain would be better off sinking a lighted hospital ship.Then it would be on to Australia, New Zealand, Japan and China.Unless your. She had no clue what to do with it, but to me, Jill's body was magic. I collapsed on her, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. After a minute or so, I started to roll off of her, but she held me there briefly and whispered into my ear, "Thank you."As I got off her, I looked over at Mike. He was still dozing, but it looked like he was starting to come out of it. I looked at Jill and she was out of it too. I, on the other hand, still had some thing I wanted to accomplish.I kissed. Let me suck you.” I said nothing and continued to the plastic outhouse. I was drawn by the debauchery and the degradation of the act itself taking place in such a dirty location. I was hard as I walked next to another parked car and saw a man inside furiously jacking his long shiny cock and watching me. I passed one more car and the driver turned his face away and his cocksucking partner sat up straight from his lap and faced out the other window. I didn’t mean to scare them. I finally. Her eyes closed as she laid her head against his wet shoulder, her face facing his neck, feeling the roughness of his unshaved skin. With attention now focused exclusively on her sense of touch, she perceived the water continuing further, filling the valley between the walls of her sex, lapping at and circling around her vagina. Focused on that sensation, she could (and did) imagine his finger touching her there... or his tongue... either or both would be delicious, she thought. Though.