The pussy lips were already dripping with female juices and now accelerated their flow with the combination of David's sweaty codpiece and Tricia's we...l-educated fingers.Tricia smiled watching Trudy humping her pussy mound on her inquisitive fingers and coming close to shoving the dripping jock-strap into her flaring nostrils. She patted the perfected shaped ass cheeks more in encouragement than in punishment as the obsessed girl went quickly over the precipice of full orgasmic release.David. Back of your head, too. It’s still a bit grey there.”As we were now on the ring road and doing eighty kilometres per hour in a straight line, I had time to give him a disparaging look.“Car designer, spy AND stylist, are we?”He shrugged.“Hey, I forgot I’m dealing with an experienced field agent! You’ve been doing this for what, half an hour now?”“Ten, if you count the flight.”“Heh ... And how’s your Arabic?”“Uhm... ‘Sharoon’, I’m afraid.”“What?!”“Sharoon? Bad?”“Oh, sharun! That means evil. You. I had never read erotica before and you begin to feel like a voyeur, watching all the sex occurring in the character’s lives. And it was impossible not to become affected by the scenes painted. I imagined Robert and myself in the husband/wife characters in his chapters, and the thought of him with another woman and me with another man was strangely arousing.I felt the first drops of wetness in between my legs around chapter seven. Tanner was rubbing my shaven pussy as I watched my husband’s. When my field cycle finished, I was getting close to the end of my enlistment. I had pretty much decided I would re-enlist, since I only had a high school education and no real transferable skills. When I told my sister, she again voiced her concern about the possibility of a duty station change.After much discussion and pondering I came up with a wild idea. My new roommate had just come back from his sister’s wedding. The only different part was the minister. Their Uncle had conducted the.