She was enjoying all that lying outstretched on the desk with red face and biting the lips. She was surely indulging this enjoyment….In a course of ...time I noticed her leaking onto my hand; I pulled out my finger, grasped her at hips, and impaled my tongue on her down there: it penetrated right in her wet pussy and got down to exploring her down there. I licked her crotch, drank her love juice, and finally stuck my insatiable tongue right in her pussy and began moving it furiously…. She moaned. Instead of hauling gear, the drones would be modified to carry a rack of four aerial pipe bombs, each weighing in at twenty-seven ounces.The ladies from the blacksmithing and metallurgy departments were demonic geniuses. The team came up with a bomb design utilizing foot long, 1/16th-inch thick copper plumbing nipples fitted with an improvised shotgun shell detonator activated by inertia and a flat-side-down roofing nail striker. A grid pattern of shallow grooves etched into the surface of the. You drank it on a hot day to cool off, or after a bite of hot food to quell your tongue. Beers could go down one after another and never be noticed until you were passed out under a freeway overpass somewhere. G2 didn’t bother to savor the beer or hold it on his tongue. He swallowed it after every bite and had an empty plate and an empty bottle in minutes. He looked up at Buddy with a smile on his face and said, “God bless.” Everyone on and around the truck had been watching him eat in silence. But he never touched me.Only Ahmed did. One day he invited me to his house for drinks. Now it was taboo to drink in our society so he told me to keep it a secret and that it is something he wants to share with me.I asked my parents to ask our driver to drop me to his place but for some reason driver was away for two days and my parents asked me to wait.I was not sure why Ahmed wanted me at his house but I guessed it was more than just drinking that he wanted with me. By this time I had begun to.