You let out a long exhaling moan.I apply some more oil and slip in my finger again. Pumping slowly, in and out as you groan. You are so wet now I don'... need lube. I pull out and slide a second finger in, stretching you open. You gasp as I pump you with my fingers a few times. I then slide them out, apply more oil and slide them back in. This time I turn them to the front wall of your opening and find your g-spot. I slowly start massaging in a rubbing, rhythmic motion. With my left hand I rub. "Put that fucking phone away and fuck me." Is that what you want?" Tim smiled wickedly, lightly tossing Jenn's phone aside. "Yes." She looked at him, thrilling to the hungry look in his eyes. "Yes, I want you to fuck me."Tim slowly pulled his cock back, until only the tip rested just within her dripping pussy. "You want a guy you just met to fuck you. A stranger, to fill you up with his cock." Yes." Jenn writhed under him. "Yes, fuck me now."She gasped as Tim grabbed her waist. Her eyes locked. His relief was short lived though."But I certainly wouldn't want to go against military tradition," she continued. "Feel free to join us, Major."If he stripped and went into the stream with them, his erection would be noticeable for sure. He wasn't exactly small in that department."I'll pass, thank you, and stay on watch."Captain Reed was obviously starting to get into the spirit of things, and added, "If you feel you must. But I'm sure the view's going to be better down there." No doubt,". ”“Huh?”Jessie, “Insert it into her laptop. Just for a minute, maybe two. There’s an exploit -- it’ll give us access to the computer and the network’s proprietary telecommunications infrastructure.”“And that’s a good thing, right?”Jessie and Jesse grinned.I’d purposely refrained from thinking about Donald Jefferson (DJ) Winston. About the one time I had met him. That flawless black blazer. Those perfect teeth. Citrusy aftershave. Fuck.The wireless packet tracker hadn’t performed its digital.