And so it went on until, just when I thought that I could go no further, we arrived at a small oasis. It was late afternoon by this time and the sun w...s beginning to set ? it seemed that we would go no further that day. Khaled proceeded to make camp and soon had a small fire burning, using some of the dead wood that lay around. He concocted some sort of stew for himself but it was just bread and water for me. ?You do not deserve any hot food. If you had been quicker today we would be at our. You might think of her as a trophy wife, except for two reasons. One, she's under thirty, and I think that disqualifies her, and two, I think the term trophy wife refers to someone whose husband left his first wife for, and that didn't happen. On the other hand, you can't call her 'arm candy' either. She's tall enough to be statuesque; most of the bimbos are shorter. Also, despite being a blonde, she has an IQ of over 160, with an undergrad degree from Harvard and a Masters from Wharton School. I licked his ass, then kissed his brown hole, sometimes poking him with my tongue at the same time, sometimes not. He continued to switch back and forth, feeding me his cock, then his ass. I started tasting quite a bit of precum, which I then spread on his ass with my tongue. Soon my mouth and face were as wet as his crotch. While he was fucking my face again, my phone rang. I jumped. I had forgotten about this call that was to come, and it was important. “I must take this call," I begged.. The Commander liked to watch my son do the same thing to me. I’d fucked my son plenty of times. Sometimes for fun and other times because Walder wanted to watch, but after we started following the Commander, I became his exclusively. He made me his personal latrine in the field. In the morning, at night, I had to remove my clothes, bend over and take a squirt of piss up my dear old ass. Then he would laugh as I squatted and pissed it back out my asshole the same way it came in,” she said.This.