The way he was looking at her made her heart beat faster even though she supposed it ought to be slowing down. “That was….”“Yeah. It was.” H... inched closer, until his wet cock was pressing into her hip, a stark reminder of where it had just been. Then he slid his leg over hers. “I’m glad you’re not someone else.”The weight of his leg felt wonderfully warm and possessive. She didn't think she ever wanted to move. His eyes were on her, going all over her like he couldn't get enough.“This is. ” “Please,” she whined, “I need your cock inside me.” He pressed his cock against her hot entrance, but didn’t slide inside her. Instead, he continued to rub her clit, spanking her each time she moaned or squirmed against him. She rocked her hips back, attempting to make his cock enter her aching pussy. He tsked at her firmly and said, “No. Hold still.” She growled in a frustrated protest, but stilled her body obediently. “Good girl,” the sound of his voice caused goose bumps to rise on her. "Quite true, Maj. Miller, and I was wrong. I don't think I am this time, though, would you agree, Carlos?" Mr. Igwanda is not in military command here, Mr. Shaw, I am," snapped Miller. Igwan­da just shook his head slightly. Still "mister," for both of us, he thought. Can the man not see that he shoots himself in the foot each time he utters the word?"Even so, Maj. Miller, Carlos is senior military adviser even on this voyage, he was here for the first mission, and I value his input," Shaw said. While I was in the queue for the boarding pass, there was this tall hot girl in front of me in a mini skirt. Wearing a mini skirt in the winter needs some guts, i thought to myself.That too something that looked more of a micro than a mini , not the fitting type but a little flared one. I guess everyone standing behind her was wishing that she drops something from her hand and bends down to pick it. Again my bad luck that I was right behind her and not further behind. The view of a miniskirt.