“Cheers lad” he said raising his glass, “You’re a good lad” he said with sincerity and I lifted my glass and drunk with him, we downed it in...one and I felt this warm sensation run through my body and my head started to spin, next thing I know is he is filling my glass again but I was feeling quite relaxed.I was finding it hard to focus and realised that the scotch had taken effect but the old man insisted I drink to celebrate a new friendship, seemed rude to refuse.I don’t know how or when but. We spent the next few minutes locked up like this when Akhil was sittting on his knees and licking my puchchi while kneading my breasts with both hands making their nipples feel achy with erection.I raised my hips to rest my thighs agisnt his shoulder and scissored his face between my legs making him lick me more and more.Each touch of his tongue was making me crazier than before.Fianlly Akhil stood up and discarded his shorts and pulled his lund out.He stroked it to make it full recet and pull. “Ahh...” she sighed, unable to speak, unable to think. Her knees pressed and shivered together, her mind going blank, feeling like the room was spinning. Conflicted tears seeped from her gentle eyes locking on her wedding ring. He groped her ass tightly again and smacked it softly a couple times.“You've got a great ass, Jessica,” he spoke quietly into her ear, sending shivers down her spine, his cock twitching inside her a little as it slowly turned flaccid. His thumb teased over her tight,. Military has a tradition for Thanksgiving that, no matter where or what, service members have a special meal, and especially overseas, military families are invited to eat in the dining facilities with them. To a lesser extent, this tradition is extended to other major holidays, and our sergeant major decided that we were ‘overseas’ and called up a feast. The cooks out did themselves for us and for the whole detachment.When he learned of Ruby’s decree, General Stilton proved he was no REMF.