“Luke you dweeb! Get off that,” She said throwing a balled up pair of socks at me. At least they were washed.“I told her it was dweeb.” I mutt...red rolling off the bag onto Donna’s cluttered bed. After dinner Donna had disappeared to her room to finish packing for tomorrow. I brought some of her cloths that had been in the dryer to her before my melodramatic streak got the better of me.“What was that?” Donna asked digging distractedly into the basket of fresh laundry.“Nothing. Is this all you. Emily stopped herself. In the way? What? she thought, feeling a bit bewildered. That seems kind of ... oh, never mind. It doesn't matter. And besides, they'll get in the way.Smiling, Emily headed downstairs to breakfast. Jack wasn't at the table, which wasn't really surprising, but Emily found herself a little disappointed by that. Her mother wasn't there, either, which Emily did find surprising. Her mother was practically a fixture at the kitchen table in the morning, always trying to whip up. Sallie took in her surroundings, breathing in the distinct scent of the gym, the atmosphere thick with the odour of strong male musk and sweat, feeling heavy around her. She knew the majority of the soldiers around her, chatting silently in small clusters, some worked out alone with the rower machines and weights. No one noticed her entering, and that was a good thing. She didn’t wish to have any attention drawn to her. Casually dressed in her black leotard and her favourite. I watched as more and more of his cock disappeared into her waiting cunt. As she hit the bottom she cried and had another orgasm. She rested for a moment, but he yelled; "Did I tell you to stop fucking me, bitch?" After feeling some slaps on her buttocks, Ana started bouncing hard on his cock. Sometimes she raised up to the point where it would almost pop out then she slammed herself all the way down on that rock hard shaft. She screamed on two other wild orgasms before he told her he was.