The picnic tables were a few minutes walk from the car park,but unfortunately for me, it meant walking on un even paving and afootball pitch, which in... sneakers wouldn't have cost me a thought, butin 4 inch stilettos, it was very slow going, especially as I felt myheels sinking in to the soft grass, before finally giving up andtaking them off and walking barefoot across the grass.When we got the picnic area i put my heels back on. Mrs Harris was saton her own at the furthest table from the path. Please let me go. I've told you all I know," whinedthe man. "You agree, Captain Caldwell?" said the Major to the other female officerin the interrogation room. "I don't think he knows shit, just another fucking dumb Iraqi," said CaptainCindy Caldwell. "Well, I guess we're just going to have to let you go, Adnan," said MajorTrevor. "Oh thank you, bless you, May Allah place a thousand blessing on your head," saidAdnan. The Major gave Adnan's cock a final couple of strokes then turned and. They acted like preteens at a slumber party, whispering, giggling, talking about girly things: boys, sex, music, clothes, boys.Frank and I got along well, enjoyed each other's company. They lived ninety minutes East, near midway on a trip home. It was a natural to pick them up on the way, share a hotel or our camper, share a table at the event, drink and dance together.After college Brian never left home. He was always there, whatever the occasion, always a topic of discussion. He was the only. I climaxed as he put it in and began to fuck me. ***Did it*** I had cum from his fucking and was watching his dick wet slide between my spread legs as he fucked me again. excellent… I gasped and panted for more air, my hard tits firm and swollen in front of his hot breat and grunts. As he continued to fuck me on the sofa, whoever he was. I realized I did not know this hunk at all and had only met him in that trashy bar an hour or two ago. so slut, soo sleezy, for me to do that was… Easy. I was.