SLURP!... SLURP!... SLURP!" The loud sound of her oral actions sounded so cheap, so tawdry, and so sluttish. It was then that I noticed that I had a... erection.I closed our garage door and locked the other doors so I wouldn't be disturbed as I took my smaller member out and stroked it to the heated conversations coming in on the walkie-talkie. Little did I know it would heat up even more.CHAPTER 4 EVEN MORE HOT ACTION: DEXTER ARRIVESThe sound of their actions was still detectable even though. Finally I looked around the table to see my Sunrise family with expectant expressions.I gave them necessary background about Comoros, then described the situation on Ekwueme.JR very quickly asked, "Ted. What do you want us to do?"I answered, "The ladies need help desperately. The powers that be have decided that the only brown boots on the ground at Ekwueme will be OURS! Somebody give me the start of a plan."Miriam handed me a 16 by 20 print of a building roof with a feature circled, while. It was somewhat heavier than before, Klein practically unloaded a monsoon into the glass container. The clone inspected the result of Klein's lust. The cum was a perfect shade of milky white. It's consistency was extremely gooey, almost like it was jelly. If it weren't for the consistency, it could've been mistaken for milk. The highest grade cum they were looking for.Hekapoo soft caressed Klein's head. He had done such an excellent job. Everything she was looking to accomplish had gone off. She was out there with them every match we had. Stoically, unapplauding, with no pleasure, as if her presence alone could somehow eradicate her husband's infidelities.I really didn't know what she thought. Or what she hoped to accomplish. As though by being a milky-scented wet blanket on the wayside of our victories she could somehow prevent the phrase tennis match from shedding its euphemistic skin. As though without her in the audience things would erupt into an orgy of a dozen nubile college.