Was Tamara masturbating about what had happened with Greg or was she reacting to her presence? Her daughter’s thrashing had subsided, but her breat...ing was deep and rapid. Dominque leaned over to kiss your daughter’s head to show she wasn’t mad or grossed out, just to show it was okay. Her robe fell partially open and as her lips encountered Tamara’s moist forehead, her breast landed upon her cheek. “It’s okay, baby,” Dominque said. Tamara moaned and snuggled her face into Dominque’s. He took off his clothes, started kissing and licking my body, it was a heavenly feeling, beautiful. Then he made me on all fours. Poured some oil on his palm from the can and applied on my ass and inserted his lubricated finger into my ass, I jerked with this sudden invasion.Then he soaked his 8 inches with this thick lubricant. He positioned himself and placed the head of the beautiful cock on my hole and applied pressure, the head entered my ass, he kept gliding in and stopped at 7 inches. I. We all were feeling no pain.As we made our way on board our ship, Matt asked if they could see our cabin. They had a smaller inside cabin and wanted to see what the larger cabins were like. We made our way to our room, and showed them the layout of the cabin. We moved out onto the veranda and everyone sat enjoying the view of the ocean while I got another round of drinks. After a few sips we all decided it was to hot to continue sitting outside. As we moved inside Erica said she wanted to get. We were based on Maluka Nui, in the Solomons, 'bout the middle of '43, I guess. Had the Nips on the run by then, and we were building airstrips like mad on every shitty little lump of coral in the South Pacific. I'd gotten a touch of malaria on the Canal, and now here I was playing guard dog to the damned Seabees, watching to see that no sniper took a potshot at those hotshot 'dozer jockeys.Kathleen her name was, the name the missionaries gave her. I couldn't get my mouth around her native.