It was as if we were both getting carried away. God I wanted to fuck her. She changed positions. She straddled my hips and rode up and down on my e...rection, pressing it between her bum cheeks with her lubricated hand. She arched her back and rubbed her breasts with her free hand. If she wasn’t wild with desire, she was a great actress. It took me a moment to register that I was not inside her vagina. Then it seemed as if that would be her next move. Screw the goofball comedy, I felt like. I turn to the most recent pictures. You’re mature now, your blonde hair is darker but your voluptuous body is still so erotically exciting. I linger on the shots of you squatting naked but for red high heels on the kitchen table downstairs. Your big round breasts are swung up and thrust out, your legs are straining wide and my camera is aimed straight at your gaping wide fur ringed vagina between your legs. In my mind, I relish how I had you bent over that table. I browse through lots, lots. There were 12 trucks in the Bustol convoy, so they would be completely within our ambush before the lead truck ever got to the end of our ambush line. Oh, well, some people would just have to be disappointed and wait for another chance to find somebody to shoot at. Once we were in position, I ordered half of each squad to dismount and fight from under the APC, with the rest shooting through the ports in the side armor. Now, all we could do was wait.It took 30 minutes for those lazy Bustols to. The first to step down from the mobile house was a woman. As is sadly so often the case these days, she affected male garb, dressing in a dark, man's suit in pinstriped cloth. A flat leather cap sat atop slicked-back blonde hair. Dark glasses covered her eyes. Thin, red tinged lips outlined a wide mouth. She held in front of her with gloved hands a black, highly-polished leather brief case. It appeared to be chained to her wrist.She stood motionless on the curb-side, staring straight ahead for.