The grenade ignited in a shower of burning magnesium, adding a new horror to the battlefield, igniting clothes and burning flesh. Men leapt up, their ...ifles forgotten while trying to beat out the flames, only to be shot down by the Gurkhas. The Havildar must have thrown one as well, David reasoned, as more burning clothes lit the battle area as the Afghans withdrew.For the rest of that night they waited in the dark, listening to the screams and groans of the wounded and the smell of burning. Now I am horny as hell and need to find someone to fuck,I leave the booth and scan the hallway's for a potential lover. I notice near a back corner,an older man 60ish,standing there,rubbing his cock through his pants as he stares at me,he looks like a business man of sorts. I walk over to him,and as I approach,he pulls out a very nice cock,fat and not too long,but very hot looking. I walk over to him,grab his cock and whisper in his ear, "I want you to fuck me". He replies "where?" I tell him. Frankly, I could hardly wait to get home. I really needed to see and be reassured by my family. The evening of the day we got home, Sally took me to the veranda to sit while Jane cleaned up after supper. "John, we need ta talk. What do ya plan ta do about Jane? I checked around, an' there ain't nobody what kin take her in. I'm worried. We can't just turn her loose. There ain't no way a girl her age kin make her own way out here in the wilderness." To tell the truth, Sally, I kind of hoped that. I intentionally came backward and came close to her and I put my hands over her waist . she was wearing yellow top and capry. I slowly lifted her through her waist . her smooth skin of waist below top was magnificent . her small round ass was near my face and I was feeling to grab it. I gently released my force of holding her so as to let her down so as my hand would touch her breast . And it worked, her breast balls were getting touch of my hand and my one finger over her soft boobs.Meanwhile.