I felt a little sick to my stomach, but I didn't want kids involved with the situation. "Have you ever heard of busking?" I asked.The girl shook her h...ad, but one of the guys said, "Isn't that, like, when you go around playing on street corners and stuff in the hopes that people will give you money?" He was fairly tall."Yeah," I said."You picked a hell of a day to do it, dude" said the other boy, who was shorter."On the bright side," I said, "most people are off work." Only emergency workers. I’m all yours. You know I am.” As if to punctuate her statement she kissed the tip of my cock, then licked down along its length. She was driving me wild, insane with desire. I so wanted to have her, to take her. “I’m your whore Robert, your slut. Just take me. Show me I’m yours. Show me how you want me.” I felt the tip of her tongue teasing at my balls and it was my turn to groan. I grabbed at her ass, mauling her soft flesh as she teased me. Jacqui was still kneeling next to me as I lay on. I read an article in Playboy(TM)where male runners would wear nylon panties while running to preventchafing. I thought, "What an idea and excuse to get some panties for myown!" I cautiously went to the Navy Exchange Store at the CharlestonSUB-BASE, and bought three pairs of Vanity Fair underwear as a gift "formy wife." I had researched sizes and determined that I needed size 8. Iliked (and still like) the pink and patterned full figure briefs. I wasin my Dinner Dress Blues, with submarine. Holding the reins in one hand, Shawn used his other hand to reach down and rub Cindy's crotch."Juicy!" he whispered, and he bit Cindy on the back of the neck.She trembled with lust, her bones turning to rubber. If Shawn's strong arms hadn't been around her, she would have toppled off the horse. She rubbed her silky ass against Shawn's cock, cooing contentedly."Let's get back down so you can fuck me," she said."Get back down? Why the hell you think we got up here, anyway? Raise up, ya silly.