With all the stimulation I knew I was going to last much longer. Paul must have sensed this, he started moving faster up and down along my cock. He co...tinued massaging my balls but in a much rougher way, squeezing them tighter as he worked my cock harder. I was so close and it was then, I felt a finger slip into my anus. It stung with its sudden entry but the feeling sent me over the edge. I pulled Paul hard onto my cock as I let loose stream after stream of cum into his mouth. He never. So I'm just doing what I feel like and, I'll be honest, I genuinely don't know why you're doing this, you're either insane or stupid or suicidal." Something-something duty, something-something freedom, something-something serving my country?" I bite my lip. It's difficult to come up with a convincing-sounding reason, even to myself. We're taught that to die in the line of duty is all well and good, glorious and honourable. Getting fucked in the line of duty, on the other hand, we never really. Fred moved so his shaft was inches from Ann's face. Ann reached up and took the big cock in her hand, she held it close and examined it as she pulled the foreskin back.She began licking the head and pushing her tongue into the hole.With both hands wrapped around the heavy shaft, she put the head into her mouth. She sucked it and licked it, squeezed it as hard as she could. Her lips locked over the high crown of the head.Fred pinched her tits, pulled her nipples up, rolling them between his. We looked through Pariscope and decided on a couple likely movies.Then was the most extraordinary turn of events – Michelle alluded to being “naughtier than anyone would ever think,” and, in little time, I realized she was telling me she wanted to give me a blowjob there in the tea house. (There were no other customers, we were in a loft above the sales floor, and the shopkeeper, downstairs, was leaving us alone as is the custom at any French café. We could be seen from the street if anyone.