Manjula, who hadn't shown her legs in public since she was a little girl, looked extremely nervous the first time she came out of the changing room."Y...ou don't need to worry," said Tony reassuringly. "Your legs are lovely." He could spend all day staring at them. He squatted down for a better look, resisting the urge to look up her skirt. Manjula managed a wan smile. "Does it look nice?" she asked.Did it ever! For the first time in his life, Tony had a good time shopping. He hadn't known what a. " She slid her hand along one hairy thigh. Her fingers landed at his knee and then she moved slowly back in the other direction. When she came to the fold where his leg worked up into his crotch, she let her hand drift slowly toward his cock. "Of course," she said, removing her hand altogether and picking up her glass of wine, "you might not be in to the kind of sex that I enjoy. I don't know, I might just be wasting my time." She took a long sip of her wine."Well, said Nick, putting his hand. That is good. So you know the Hindu tantric art of Yoni vagina massage."He put an inch or more of his finger into my vagina and made circles along the inside of my hole. Much like what you would do cleaning the inside of a jar of honey. He moved between my thighs, inserted his thick thumbs and moved them up and down inside the entrance of my pussy, paying particular attention to the perineum which separated the vagina from the anus. As if that was not enough he started to eat my pussy. We were dropped in twos and threes until I was the only one left. The carrier finally settled to the ground and I followed a corporal out. He nodded to the half buried bunkers, “Welcome to the combat ammo supply bunkers.”After a short briefing on what was where, the remote ammo transports started coming in. I slung my rifle and started loading, slowly the hours passed with only a few breaks. We received a huge supply dump from bases even further behind the lines and started unloading. The three.