As mytongue lapped hungrily at her soft, pink folds, Sonya’s sexy eyesappeared above me, staring down into my face as she pulled her friend’slusci...usly round cheeks apart. “Having fun?” she asked, flashing a wicked looking smile as her littlewet tongue lashed out to stab at Kacey’s saliva-soaked asshole. I let out a moan of affirmation, as I was treated to a close-up view ofSonja’s tongue prodding at the tiny, pink star as Kacey sucked my cockinto the back of her throat.“You know...,” Sonya. Scratch the itch and move on.Except I was never going to really get it on with another man.Then my oldest friend returned to the area after many years away n I offered him a place to stay while he got sorted.Only then did I realise we was bi and after a good few drinks I kind told him all about it which didn't seem to illicit any reaction at all.Then jump forward a few days to where my last post ended I'm kneeling infront of him as he stands infront of me naked.In a state of utter sexual wonder. Besides, they're full of dead people. Vampires drink blood, you know. The only people I know of that can get blood from a dead person all work for the IRS.Anyway, here I was. Why? I didn't know. I was pretty sure I was somewhere in California, the name of the town had slipped my mind, and this was one big-assed graveyard for so small a place. What was happening?I saw two people, teenagers it seemed, wending their way through the graves. One was a really cute blonde, with a cheerleader look. Naval Battalions were formed out of the unemployed crews and sent to the front. Unlike in Tsarist times, there were no mutinies. By 1941, sailors had learned to do what they were told without argument.The only exception was the Baltic Fleet's Submarine Flotillas. The workhorse, 'Shch' (Shchuka = pike) class Subs and the smaller 'M' (Malyutka = marlin) class made the Baltic their own and mercilessly harried the convoy traffic between Germany and Sweden. Stalin was suitably impressed by their.
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