That night will torment me forever. All the possibilities of what could have happened. Never was my jealousy more than that moment, or any moment I re...ember it still. It was a pain that left a tiny scar that I could have avoided. However, that night also forced me to address my own jealous feelings and find a way to cope.My current coping mechanism is to embrace it fully. Yes, I get jealous. No that feeling won’t go away. But I will use it to my own choosing, hopefully creating some provocative. He moans her name again, a guttural chant, as her mouth begins to close around him. Emma moans too, and the vibrations around him are almost too much. Her mouth brings him to the brink every time. It's an unspoken exchange of power between the two when she reduces him to pliable flesh. If she listens closely enough, the sound (as all sounds elicited by familiar lovers do) has a rhythm to it. A melody that she can control, build and swell to any crescendo she chooses. Each throb vibrates through. "How did you do?" Carry asked when we were alone again."Okay," I answered before explaining what had occurred."How did you do?" I asked her when I finished."It was a piece of cake," she said before explaining what had gone on. I wished that she hadn't said 'Cake', as I was hungry and it got my attention for several seconds."We surprised them by going over the mountains this time. It turned out that the OpFor people had been alerted about us using the ridges to move, and they had booby-trapped. She’s on her hand and knees working for it.”Laura started to add a back and forth bobbing motion to her oral attentions when I released my grip on her head. I could feel my cock sliding up and down within her throat. Her stokes gradually lengthened until she was fucking her own throat with my cock. She would pull back, twisting her head and swirling her tongue along my cock until just the head remained in the warm embrace of her mouth. Then, she would press forward, my full length sliding.