She nodded. I was hesitant, a sudden rush of thoughts flooding my head; although we had got on better over the past couple of years, part of me though... this might be a bit of a wind-up on her part, and that she'd laugh and call me a pathetic wanker before leaving the room and me in a state of humiliation, but somehow by her tone and demeanour my instincts told me that that wasn't the case. All of a sudden I felt a change in the atmosphere - she was asking me to wank, wanting to see me do it! I. The table seemed a mile away, because every step was an effort for Arnie. His legs felt so weak he could barely put any weight on them, and he was so lightheaded he was afraid he'd fall. When he looked down, though, there was his stiff cock waggling like a flagpole in the wind. It was so absurd, so bizarre, he almost burst out laughing. When he heard Julie shrieking with glee at finding some more donuts out front, though, it refocused him on the job of destroying the flour.He finally made it to. She through her face on to the cock with no due regard for any damage she could do to her throat. Then again I was only paying attention to myself and not as to what else she was feeling. I totally forgot she was getting fucked by another Marine who was fucking her from behind. From my position, I could see this other guys cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I looked at the expression on his face and seen he was really enjoying it just as I do. I asked him how does her pussy feel and he. Always making excuses. Still, he did not know how this initiation Amy was putting them through would help.“I will explain. Most women get sex on demand. It may not be good sex, but they get it when they want it. They have not grown up in the constant state of pressure men feel. Their bodies have not been trained to explode in ecstasy like males have.”“And denying them orgasm will make them last longer?” Brandon could not see how that would work.“Of course not, she will probably cum if we were.