“Oh, God, Steve! Oh, that feels good!”Steve didn’t make a response because his lips were busy elsewhere. He was switching back and forth between... her nipples, even as his fingers were between his wife’s legs. Brenda was extremely turned on, and her pussy was a hot swamp of fragrant juices. In just moments, Brenda gasped, her hand clamping on his cockshaft, as she shuddered and moaned in the first orgasm of the afternoon.A minute later, Brenda sighed and said, “That was a big one, baby.”“My. The clinics were used for normal health care, nothing as complicated as open heart surgery. Any serious situations, the military would fly in a helicopter to rescue someone. He would take any help he could get. Any type of aid would help and could be used in the city or in a village clinic. He had a clinic in a small village near the bridge site and my company had made a connection with him on one of the first on the ground visits to recon the ground area to set up for the actual bridge. The story starts from here…It was her birthday. As I had been out of town for some weeks, we had been apart and were both keenly anticipating our reunion. I was to make her a birthday dinner and, of course, had many plans for our re-acquaintance that night. I arrived at her new house with two bags of groceries. She threw open the door and hugged me passionately before I could even set down the sacks. I laughed at the sight and sound of her joy; as always, her feelings touching me deeply.“I. She said: “let me know what to do…arouse my breasts?…show the lines of my sex? You decide…whatever you suggest.” Mademoiselle was then mute watching Jean at work, sketching her details. She watched intently as his charcoal moved down the page…Without Jean’s asking she caressed her thighs…her nipples magically stiffened and stood forth with a kissable rosiness…she lifted them to her mouth, licking and sighing and looked directly into Jean’s eyes, smiling. He was blushing, embarrassed but.