"Oh yes!" He would say, breathing rapidly."Do you want me to stop?" Marta would ask.There would be a slight pause, and then, just as Marta had already... supposed from she and Helmut's many past experiences with this, he replied, emphatically: "No! At least...not yet! Keep going." Very well," Marta said, and she took Helmut's testicles in both hands now, one in each, and began squeezing them slowly, but surely harder, and harder, and harder, until Helmut would be squirming as if he was being. "The firing died away as suddenly as it began. I was suddenly conscious of the sound of my own breathing, harsh and rapid, like I'd just run a marathon. My eyes smarted from the fumes and my head was ringing. Angela's father said something to Bill in Russian."Colonel says they won't be back. Took too many casualties. They're mercenaries, no commitment. Least ways, something like that."The colonel nodded his head and I had the sneaking suspicion that the old bastard could speak English after. At the same time she turned her face. She closed her eyes and opened her weak mouth slightly. The woman Angique smiled. Then she opened her own mouth. She pressed her soft lips on the blonde's. A fat pink, wriggling tongue appeared and dashed between white teeth. It roamed wildly until it met the girl's tongue. It started a hungry dance half in and out. It darted, snaked, strangled. They filled the quiet hall with wet noises and stifled moans.The other hand now found a moist, warm crotch. It. (One thing liking men had done is raise my standards in women) Her full raven hair was in a page-boy cut. Her face was more than easy on the eyes, it drew you in. The smile she cracked now and then was more than a little impish and very inviting. She was voluptuous without being fat. Curves were everywhere and with them came deep recesses where you just knew pleasure abounded. She was denim clad, wearing a pair of exotic black leather riding boots, with the emphasis on leather. She would.