"Grave, p*tain, vas y, demonte moi! La vache c'est trop bon". Il accéléra le rythme et me serrait contre lui en même temps qu'il me lechait partout...ou il pouvait. " faut que j'arrête sinon je vais venir..." Pas besoin de me le dire deux fois:" vas y! Feconde moi, remplis moi, lache moi tout p*tain!" Pas besoin d'insister, il commença à gicler en moi, je sentis d'abord sa queue grossir puis vibrer en fonction que se jets se projetaient en moi "raaaaa tiens prends sa!" Pas besoin de me toucher. They were amazed to see all of us here before them. Their reports were quickly passed to the General, and confirmed what Seamus and I had told him.The units that had not been in pursuit of the British were put to work clearing away the carnage in front of the remaining shells, and out on the field. They also collected any usable equipment from the dead. The bodies were another problem, as there were a large number of them.“What are we to do with all of the bodies?” I heard a harried officer ask. Another question: does the ship even work? If we use Antonia's earthquake as a basis for when the ship was marooned, the ship has been here for twenty-five hundred years immersed in saltwater covered by that muck."Then if all those problems are not enough to throw up my hands and quit, there is the last problem right off the top of my head, what language they spoke, Considering we are nowhere near any place that speaks English so I seriously doubt whatever language they speak is. I pushed back and spun around facing him and he immediately started kissing me on the mouth. I muffled out a plea to stop immediately! But he kept kissing me. I was trying to push him off, but I could now feel his hardness pressing against my pussy. My legs were getting a little weak. He started probing my lips with his tongue. I tried to speak and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He now had one hand behind my head and his tongue in my mouth. I could feel that my body was responding even.