Lieutenant Wilson soon joined me.Wilson had tears in his eyes. I couldn’t tell if it was pain fear or horror at what we had just witnessed. “Sir, ...’m sorry about this as soon as they started piling on board, I wanted to call you, but they wouldn’t let me. Sir, those people were tortured. You can see the injuries. Some of them are kids.”“I know son, I saw. Don’t worry about calling me. You did the right thing.”As we were talking, we were joined by Olivet and his companion. “Lieutenant,” Olivet. He takes his hands and rubs my ass then spreads my cheeks. He pulls his cock out of my throbbing pussy and places his head at my ass. I relax as best as I can as he pushes his way in. he eases in inch by inch. He stretches my ass with every inch. He pulls out, leaving only his head in me. He slowly pushes in again causing me to squirm even more. He pulls out. I was trembling uncontrollably. His hands caressed my hips. He slams into my ass. His entire cock was not buried balls deep in my. One of the wildest times I can recall was when I was on vacation in Hawaii with my friend Melinda. She had an open marriage, and each year, they took separate vacations. Oh God, that was about twenty years ago.”He continued to tell his story. "Anyways one afternoon we were drinking and started fooling around. I don’t know why people say, ’fooling around,’ because we were horny as hell, and couldn’t keep our damn hands off each other. We are also both exhibitionists. Our room was located on the. " Lesley said as she stared at herself in the mirror and saw how pert and pointed the top made her breasts. The bottom half gave a weird empty feeling like she wasn't wearing anything below. The top; however, felt like it was milking her. "Could it be a ghost and is this place actually haunted?" Paula said to herself wondering just how much pleasure she could continue to take. She dropped to her rear and couldn't stop herself from foundling her crotch and breasts. The sound of a tree scratching.