I mean, we ... I shouldn’t have called! I’m so sorry!”“No, it’s okay,” I said, realising that even though she SPOKE Dutch, she WASN’T ac...ually Dutch. We get to the point really quickly, unlike the Belgians and most other nations. “What is it? I mean, why did you...”She needed a second to regain her composure.“Okay, listen: we’re sorry about how you were treated by the police and the aviation authority, but that wasn’t us. We explained it to them a dozen times. So we’d like to make it up to you. That would happen soon. The T-shirt would have to go first, though. She needed to get her mouth around one of those plump, round breasts and she needed to do it now. Though it pained her to break the kiss, Kathryn did, with a sigh, and helped Cecile out of her T-shirt. In doing so she put two of the most luscious breasts she had ever seen at her disposal. The sight of those perfect rounds and the fat pudgy nipples that capped them had her drooling like a starving mutt staring in the window of a. “With my life David,” was the reply.Then with N’debi trotting on ahead and Tartrha at his side, the troop moved off down the track to the entrance. The Havildar in charge of guarding the entrance stopped David. “Colonel, a native just delivered this letter for you. I was just about to send it up to your home,” he said handing over the letter.David halted the column and dismounted going into the guard hut to read it. It was from Paul, written in a hasty hand. Basically he and his son were not. Then it was my turn to sink my head in between her legs. I licked and sucked and even bite a little and she seemed to be delirious in another world as she was screaming and moaning and calling out things in French that I could not understand “oohhHH Oui… continuez… si bon… vous de la vache… me faire gémir…. ooohhhh oui si bon…” Her moans just made me want to do it harder and soon I had put 3 fingers inside her and was fucking her hard… “encore… plus si bon… vous êtes bon… sucer… ooohhh.