“Top ... Benson! You’re up ... to bat! Get the platoon melded again. I need to ... rest...”Master Chief Marconi collapsed.“Oh, shit!” Top Be...son exclaimed aloud. “Form up,” he mentally commanded, not knowing what other command to give. This melding business was brand new. He didn’t know what its capabilities were, but he knew that what the Master Chief just went through was a non-starter.The minds of the platoon and their Companions flowed together in a mesh like they had been doing it all. That was the moment the married mother lost control with her son's black friend. She grabbed his head and pulled his lips against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth and her tongue pushed back. I want more, she thought bouncing over half his cock. MORE!Kate reared back. "This is so wrong," she cried. Her pussy no longer belonged only to her husband. She couldn't stop herself. She needed to feel Tyson's big black cock buried in her pussy. "Lets see how much I can take," she begged."Yes!" he. “Deon, this is Betty,” I said, introducing them. “Betty... Deon. Deon is my boy. I should warn you that we do everything together.”“Hey,” Deon greeted warmly, turning on the charm. “Not quite everything Betty, don’t you worry,” and the two of them laughed. “It’s nice to meet you, Betty; I hope you’re taking good care of him. Can I get you two a drink?”Betty nodded enthusiastically and Deon left us. As he headed to the bar he tossed me a wink and did a piss-poor job of hiding his grin. I sat. We'd booked a room at the "Cumbria" Hotel (now called "Hallmark") next to Carlisle Railway Station. The Hotel had really taken us under their wing upon learning we were a couple around their 40's getting married for the 1st time with no guests.The Maitre D' had volunteered to be my best man so he was with us when the limousine dropped us back outside the Hotel.We'd found a red carpet outside. We were just about to walk around it to get to the steps when the Maitre D' told us it was for us,.