Qaraqul-wearing, AK-toting goons started popping up out of the barren mountains screaming at each other in very unflattering terms regarding Jimmy and...me in nearly illiterate Pashto. These boys were mixed groups of Pakis, Afghanis, and those nigh-legendary "foreign fighters" you hear so much about from Pentagon briefings. I told Jimmy to start jettisoning any of his gear that would identify him as a sniper, making sure to conceal it as best he could. I began doing the same with any gear I could. “I would like to see more, especially the kitchen,” I say to him. “Of course, since women spend most of their time there,” he replies. I’ll ignore his comment. He leads me to the kitchen. “All appliances are updated and as you can see, it is an eat-in kitchen. It has brand new countertops and walls are painted in a neutral color,” he says. I pretended to look interested in the kitchen, but what I really wanted what was inside those sharp dress slacks he was wearing. He filled them out very. She looked at me with a wicked grin. "See something you like?"I couldn't think of anything to say in response-- I would have denied it, but the words stuck in my throat because they weren't true, her foot, the red-painted toenails, the little piggies at the end-- I liked it all, I knew I did."I've seen you looking at my feet," she said. "I've seen how you watch me walk around in my fuck-me pumps." I looked down to see what Beth was doing, my heart racing, head pounding. She was playing with the. Michael spread her labia folds open, as his fingers glided up and down her cleft. “Fuck!” he shrieked. He pressed against the hard small mound and rubbed his finger into it. “Mmmm,” Autumn moaned again. “Yeah,” he responded, gasping. He slid his fingers between her folds again, pulling on the loose long lips. “Fuck these are some juicy lips...” She glanced down at his cock and saw it jerk, “Damn!” she whispered. He kissed her hard and then quickly pulled away, squatting down in front of her,.