Come to the club with us tomorrow. Maybe we can both get what we want?" She didn't say anything. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing I was? ...e all knew already that both of us were doing it with Brenda, and Emily had already done a lot of things with me too. These were things she had enjoyed too. I was pretty sure she hadn't been faking it, when I made her cum those times. Brenda wouldn't mind, I was sure of that, not as long as I didn't screw Emily. She might not even mind that."I. Glen, he spent seven years plus in the French Foreign Legion as a Sergeant and has fought all over Africa and Algiers. He holds France's highest medal which is equivalent to our Medal of Honor. Glen, he is considered one of the best France ever had, and the Presidents, theirs and ours, have nothing but the highest regard for him. No, Glen, if something has happened to his family or friends, it's you who will be hung out to dry, not me. This was your detail and you failed. I suggest you think. He was holding the back of her head fucking her mouth while she had her fingers in her pussy, rubbing her clit. I could see saliva running down her chin and onto her tits.I couldn't believe she was finally fulfilling one of my fantasies. I took out my cock and started jacking off watching. He stopped her long enough so he could pull down his pants to his knees, then he put his cock back in her mouth and grabbed her head. She started playing with his balls, then she took her fingers out of her. Too far ahead, Brandon, I don't think my mind can handle that."He gave her a wry smile. "You'll have eighteen years to get used to it." Ogh. Brandon, how did we get so old. I'm twenty. I'm twenty!, and yet I feel positively middle-aged! I swear I've got gray hairs coming in!"He kissed the crown of her head. "Even if you did, I would still love you."She tilted her head to look at him. "Even when my hair's gone all white? And my face is wrinkled like a crumpled shirt? And my boobs sag, like, down.