When we get back from the flea market, we will head out." I said it smiling at her.At the flea market we purchased two medium sized black canvas backp...cks, and of course breakfast for me. It was 10AM when we returned to the hotel. Packing our clothes took fifteen minutes tops. We were on the road by noon. When we were standing on the sidewalk, I asked, "So where are we headed." We take the Western highway out of town, then 28 Kilometers down the road we will come to Saint Louise," she said."Is. I'd started out being gentle with her too, but then I really let myself go after she began demanding that I do her harder. By the time I finally shot off in Joyce, both of us had slaked whatever angers we had each built up. After half an hour's rest, I finished up with Brenda, having her on top, so I could let her do all the work while I just laid there, drinking in her loveliness.All the time she was riding me, she was doing something to Joyce's pussy, using her free left hand while she used. Military, I believed I had abetter chance of walking away unscathed than if I took up street-racing. God, was I ever naive.Disaster Strikes: (or, more accurately, I Fuck Up Big Time) I wasn't quite out of chopper school when we invaded Iraq. But, Iwas deployed soon afterward, in April of '03. Of course, the occupationwas more dangerous than the war. The longer we stayed the more unhappythe people became, especially the Shiite mullahs in the south. That'snot to mention Saddam's loyal henchmen. "Ambassador, how agreeable. When was it we met last? The Embassy garden party, I'm sure. Your household is well I trust." Kashim Kushnar was effusive and welcoming."Yes, indeed. My wife and daughters are very well, thank you." Sir Patrick was cheery in response."So lucky! Such fine looking women." Thank you, Minister. Yes, I am most lucky in that respect." The Ambassador accepted the compliment with grace."You'll take tea?" Indeed."Kashin Kushnar reached down beside his cushion and picked up a.