It was in this milieu that Igwanda grew up and pursued his chosen vocation. Born of a career soldier, he had from boyhood an orientation and interest ...oward what he called (and truly believed to be) "military service," his conscious thought emphasizing the "service." In fact, to him war was the greatest game ever, an exercise in the competitiveness of more placid intellectual pastimes such as chess, bridge, poker, go, etc., but with the added element of ultimate risk—life itself—and the added. "ERRRRGGGGAAAAHHHH!! Take my baby you slut!" The old man yelled as torrents of cum spat out of his gnarled old cock into the wife's womb. Spurt after spurt filled her up until the husband could see the thick white goo slop down to the floor below as his cock rammed in and out.The husband held his head in his hands as he saw this alpha-male take his wife right in front of him. What had he let done, letting this happen? His wife groaned in ecstasy as the old man lay on top of her, leaving her. We decided that the goal for the night was for all of us to dance with her before the night was over. We made our way onto the dancefloor, being all smooth and not going straight for the kill. Jack went first. He came up next to her and put his hand on her lower back, and it was like she knew exactly what he wanted. She turned and immediately started grinding on him. We were shocked that it had been so easy. I, not wanting to dance by myself while waiting, went over to Shelby. It had taken only a second to find the rubber and damage it.Vicky looked at the cum streaking down Mona's door. Now her aunt would know that Vicky was wise. She went to her room then, showered and dressed in a filmy little gown and matching panties. The panties were nothing more than strings with silk attached, even skimpier than her almost non-existent bikini. And the flowing folds of the short gown were so thin that you could see the outline of her body through it, and the tiny white patch.