One too many and I’m regretting something the next morning. The men emerged from their hole, smelling like liquor and cigars, to resupply their snac... stashes. One of wives, now precariously teetering on the edge of “one too many,” started complaining that the men always played cards and left the women out of the fun and games. She was challenging the status quo. All she needed was an ally and the avalanche of solidarity would soon follow. So it came. Now we were downstairs in the man cave,. She loves nothing more than feeling my cock explode inside her ass. As that got more typical Id start fucking her in the ass with whatever toy we could find while I was balls deep in her tight pussy. She really started to like getting filled in both holes while we fucked. It wasnt long before we both started fantasizing about her getting penetrated by two cocks and filled with another mans cum while I fucker her. The thought of it was nice, but we were both apprehensive about adding another. There was only soft music and April’s mouth. Both song and kiss seemed to go on forever.As we shared this kiss, our hands were roaming, caressing each other through clothing. My hand touched one of April’s breasts. When she did not resist, I left it there and gently caressed her through the fine material of the dress. April undid a button on my shirt and slid her fingers in to run them through my chest hair.“I’m thinking we should take this somewhere more private,” April whispered after a few. “You’re doing fine, Barrow. Just keep this course,” Weaver said. “I’m going forward for a look.”“Aye-aye, cap’n. Steady as she goes,” replied the helmsman. One of the peculiarities of naval tradition is that any man commanding a ship Ð regardless of his rank Ð is called captain. Weaver was a lieutenant, but his equivalent rank in the army would have been captain. It was all very confusing to anyone not serving in the small but well-respected U.S. Navy.And Weaver felt he had the best job in that.
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