For one, it was confining, covering up so much of my body. Since it fastened behind me, it was not easy for me to reach around and unzip, as I had le...arned the night before. For another, it was limiting. It had no pockets, so I had no place to rest my hands, and the smooth front was so different from what I was used to - I no longer had easy access to my dick, like, say, each time I had to take a leak. For another, it defined my shape, raising my waist, de-emphasizing my shoulders, and. It went on for I don’t know how long, but at one point I felt that I left my body. We did it over and over until we were completely spent. He could barely walk. I didn’t know what to call it, but there was some incredible magnetic force between us. Every time after that was just as good. It was scary. Every time we did it I felt like he became a part of me, like he was melting into me. And I into him. I tried to figure out what it was and remembered the last time I felt this with a man. It was. So far there was nothing happening out of the ordinary in Nigeria or Cameroon.General Bashir - by all appearances - was doing as I suspected. He was double checking his troops, issuing orders for more fitness training at the forward sites. Hard fitness training was a double edge sword; it kept morale up along with rumors of impending action.Nothing was harder on soldiers that sitting around in sweltering heat with nothing to do. They may gripe about it but they wouldn’t be fighting each other. She had a beautiful partly shaved cunt. Slowly I started licking her clit which made her moan louder and louder. She is in no mood for stopping and instructed me to enter her.My dick was rock solid and tried inserting my dick in her pussy. It was really tight and I stared inserting my dick bit by bit. After several attempts I was able to enter into her fully. Now I started pumping her faster. She was shouting ‘oh, Rahul, come on. Keep doing it. I love youuuu. Fuck me harder dear.’ Her crazy.