”“No problem, Sir.”Olivia White reached to take Martin’s hand. “Maybe we should, Sir. We’re going to be married, and ... we hope that won�...�t change our assignments. We’re a good team – and to be candid, even an excellent one, Sir – both in our interceptor and in our scout.”“Well,” the General said while drawing out the word. “Normally, we don’t have a husband and wife on the same assignment...” After thinking for a moment, he went on, “To be candid with you, it’s far too late to split up. His left hand had found its way down the back of my jeans and he was massaging my ass cheeks. His finger found my manhole and he was massaging this area with vigor. His tongue was still fencing with mine, making both of us very excited.At last, I was able to get his dick out of the opening in his underwear. I began moving my hand up and down the smooth 7" shaft, stopping now and then at the head to roll it in my fingers. I moved down, again placing my hand IN his underwear. I found his balls. My friend and I were dancing on the floor when she decided to sit down on a leather chair right behind me. It wasn't very busy where we were, and most people were near the front dancing. I was dancing with my back facing her and was winding my hips slowly and sexy, kinda just joking around. I was wearing a short black dress that was flowy at the skirt part, so she got a perfect view of my ass and my thighs. I then felt her hands on both of my thighs, starting to run them up and down while I. “Oh yes, all of it, you dirty little slut,” Rachel cooed. “Just like he likes it.” She was putting her body weight into keeping the brunette buried against me, but the woman’s struggles were still enough to rise several inches up my cock before being pressed back down. Her mouth full of my member, the pair of familiar hazel eyes staring up at me said all that her voice could not. I tried to sit up in bed. Tried to push the cheerleader’s hand off the back of her head, but Rachel, with her other.