An inspection revealed that the holds were filled with Iranian weapons destined for Kismaayo Somalia. They were loaded at the Pakistani port at Karach...i.The captain and crews had been stopped before for transporting contraband and turned over to the Pakistani authorities. Apparently as soon as the smoke cleared the boats and crews were released, accomplishing nothing but wasting time and effort.Thousands of rounds of ammo were destined for the ocean floor. There were new AK47s by the thousands. After we read a few, it became apparent that this was turning her on as well. Before long we were playing tonsil-tennis, which is a good lead up to full-blown sex, today was no different. We both agreed this was a new venture at which point we hatched a plot. After some sorting through one caught, my eye (and imagination) by the way she was dressed—a miss "Josey 69" who was 35 and not too far away. I had filtered so only got married women through. Still, the best part was 5'2''-5'6'' my ideal. She spoke again in a firm and controlling manor “Bend over with your hands on the bonnet”.I did as I was told. She stood behind me and I felt her hands encircle my waits and expertly undo my belt and jeans. She wrangled then down which wasn’t easy as I was bent over at the waist.As my jeans hit the floor a car whizzed past us. I turned my head to watch the cars brake lights flash on as the drivers brain momentarily attempted to compute if what they thought they just saw was actually real or if. "What? If you're right, nothing will happen. If I'm right ... Well?" He smiled. "We'll go to your house, you can introduce me." Introduce you?" I wasn't liking this. "My mom will kill me if she finds out I have a white boyfriend!" Just tell her I'm a friend from school. God! You can't have white friends?" Michael asked."Well ... she'll suspect," I frowned."So? Let her suspect, if I'm right it won't matter anyway," Michael laughed. "If I'm wrong, she'll never know." This is crazy. You're going.