My tongue was still active around her clitoris, and my fingers still stretched her vagina, so the G-spot was a bonus in any case.“Yes, faster,” he... voice was breathy. I gradually accelerated and applied more pressure. After a few minutes, it paid off with a multisyllabic moan and a long series of contractions.They had hardly stopped when, without a word, Ms. J crossed her right leg over my head and rolled on her side, forcing me to extract my fingers. She pulled down her nightshirt, indicating. And little by little the city they loved would turn to rubble.David stared of the window and attempted to avoid involvement in the trivialities of the conversation between the Ambassador and his wife. Soon enough they pulled up at the gate of some grand building. It was hard to see in the dark. A soldier came over and conversed with the driver. David couldn't pick up the words but the whispering seemed rather intense. His interest picked. What was going on?"Sir", the driver said, turning to the. There she was, a supposed strong Army woman, exposed andbent over a washer, about to be penetrated by a moron who couldn't evenpull his own cock out."Now, I don't care what hole I get bitch, so you best be ready for somepain."With that he started clumsily thrusting his cock into her softbackside, randomly searching for a hole. After a second something gaveand he dryly pushed himself into her virgin ass. Her body went tenseand she stifled a scream, as her mind reeled from the most pain she. We were heading out of the driveway by 3:05. I finally found out our destination when she gave me the address to enter into my phone for directions. It would be a three hour drive to Helen, Georgia. The drive was nice, the leaves on the trees had all turned to reds, oranges and yellows and it was a wonderful day. Since we were on our way, my wife filled me in on our weekend. We would be doing some wine tasting, visiting an HO train museum and a glass blowing studio, and taking a twilight horse.