"I wouldn't feel right if I didn't," I replied.Then we both sat in silence for what seemed to me to be a very long time."Well are we going to do this ...r not?" she eventually asked."Y-yeah, whenever you're ready," I replied nervously.I'd never done anything like this before and the fact that I was a novice at this kind of thing must have been showing. Knocking her scotch back like an old soldier, she slid off the barstool and took hold of my arm, then gently guided me from the bar out into the. “Suck it.” She ordered as she pushed the back of my head. As I sucked, she moved down my body and fished out my cock. When she had my big hard dick in her little white hand, she said. “Damn nigga!” And, then she told her husband to look at my big fucking dick. He grabbed the back of my head and instantly exploded. I wasn’t ready for it, and I didn’t want it in my mouth, but I discovered that it is almost impossible to escape from that position when I got is locked up in orgasm. I moaned. On the other side of the field was a long line of men and woman who were wearing the uniform of the United States Navy. At the beginning of the line, were forty or so officers who were slowly going through a door to a large barracks that had been set up for them."How many?" Ken asked."Sir, we have just under thirty thousand prisoners. I have broken them down into their ships, and I have separated the higher-ranking officers from them. This group is the crew of the USS Abraham Lincoln." The. I'd abandoned them years ago, mainly because they provided very little concealment if I found myself aroused. Instead of hugging my thighs, my erect cock was now free to wander down my leg, and I don't think that escaped her notice. After a dinner one evening, I found myself alone with my sister in law briefly, doing dishes after my wife had run out on an errand. There was nothing sexual about the way she was standing at the sink, but every movement of her arms lifted her long shirt enough to.