You held my hand, licking my palm and swirling your tongue around it. You knew that turned me on incredibly, knowing what you could do with your tongu.... Sliding one of my fingers into your mouth, you sucked it, sliding it in and out with your motions in my pussy. I gently matched your thrusts, pushing my hips up every time you slid back into me. You moaned softly, your hand gripping my shoulder, pulling my body along with my thrusts. I trailed my tongue up the side of your neck, firmly kissing. Yet you never forget what we do. How we stand to defend this country. You once told me, "I wish you didn’t have to go," but rather me than someone who doesn’t care enough about those sons, and brothers, and husbands. And so I go off marching to eternal drums of the cruelest creature on the planet, ever hungry, ever yearning to feast on the young and the brave, yet still connected to you by the strongest force in this world. You and all the other officers’ women folks always worried the next. She inched her hands down to her panties, and glad that she wore a thong, pushed the small piece of material that covered her wet clit aside. She covered her hand up with the jacket, certain nobody could see. She gradually moved her hand and finger, caressing her incredibly sensitive area, taking quick breaths, and trying not to moan. It felt oh so good - and knowing she was doing this on a plane escalated her desire. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man glancing at her. He thought she. Isabel handed me a tri-tip sandwich just the way I like it. She also gave me a pill and Jenn had a water for me to wash it down.She had also made a similar sandwich for Stuart, who was still there, sitting down, but unwilling to get into our conversations. Smart boy!“You ladies are the best things that have ever happened to me,” I said with moist eyes.“Take your pill honey,” Jennifer said.I did and drained the water in a single gulp.The sandwich was amazing. I have officially gotten used to the.