"I'll give you a clue. It's a choice I've never had to make before." We give up!" Jerry says."In that case, I'll tell you," she pauses for effect."We'...re waiting," Tommy says. "The choice I have to make now is..." she pauses again, now it is time she hardly dares say it. She takes a deep breath. "I have to decide which one of you two lucky boys gets to fuck me first."The crackle of the CB radio startles her. A male voice. Most of what he says she can't make out.Jerry laughs, says, "Yeah, mate,. He reaches down and held on to the hem of the kameez and slowly raised it to her mid-riff. He then got on his knees and kissed her exposed belly. Ayesha started feeling her legs weaken with each kiss of his hot lips on her skin. Mohit continued to raise the kameez inch by inch, kissing her exposed skin all the up to her cleavage. Ayesha raised her hand to help him out and Mohit pulled up her kameez just enough to cover her face and trap her arms momentarily. He took a moment to admire her bra. The tents were either 2 or 4 person tents and in total out team ranged from 10-15 people, mostly men. However, there were 2 women in the team and it wasn’t long before I hit it off with one of them, I shall just call her D here. Unfortunately, we could not share a tent, partly because the project leader didn’t want to upset the local team members who were very religious and would oppose unmarried couples sharing so there was a blanket policy of single sex tents, and partly because there were. Nothing about wars. Slow news is good news.A late morning workout at the "Y" was a prelude to a quick shower, and off I went to work. All day, I plotted for the evening. By late afternoon, I'd decided on Caesar salad-in-a-bag, a tomato to throw in, a loaf of fresh sourdough (Friday was baking day at the grocery), and a bottle of Chardonnay that I had discovered the previous week. I was arguing with myself whether to get fresh fruit and yogurt for breakfast or bacon, cheese and eggs for weekend.