The mushroom head was beautiful. Ken’s pubic hair was salt and pepper like the hair on his head. It was not as tan as the rest of his body but it wa... beautiful no the less.“I want you to lick the tip, then suck the head. Nice and slow to get use to how it feels in your mouth.” Resting my hands on both sides of his thighs, I lowered to my knees and did as told. Licking the tip of his cock, flicking my tongue back and forth, then sucking the head. It felt great in my mouth, the dildos were fine. It was not the first time it had happened so we were not concerned. Sarah somehow managed to stroke my face which I found to be pleasing and she said kind reassuring things as she slipped her hand up my dressShe was clearly most impressed when she felt my very hairy slit. My flimsy dress was soon on the floor in a heap and I was in the clutches of a dominant lesbian. Sarah did the most wonderful things for me. Things that I had on more than one occasion masturbated over. I wanted to experience. The Peshmerga coalesced around them, like ice freezing around starter crystals in a glass of freezing water. Meanwhile, they began calling in accurate fire support from the Air Force. It was textbook infantry tactics when facing a superior mechanized unit, and it worked; the Republican Guard was stopped cold in its tracks and withdrew to lick its wounds. What they don’t show on the sand tables, though, is the price you pay for this. That short battalion had been outnumbered over three to one,. I'm the one who's supposed to look out for hostiles, remember." "You're right, that's definitely not my fault. You should be more careful," he scolded as he pulled on his own garments. "Well, I would have if *someone* I know hadn't been so damn incredible. Sheesh. I won't be able to think or walk straight for a week. Reminded me of the Fourth of July."Chris smiled. "And you said I wasn't good with the ladies," he admonished jokingly."Don't worry lover boy, I will dispel that rumor the minute we.