“You better not ruin this dress Ryan” She said. I could tell she was serious. “Now you wait here, while I return to the table.” She moved towa...d the door, unlocked it, opened it slightly, and then looked me up and down with a smirk. “Oh and you might want do something about that.” She laughed as she shut the door behind her.I pulled my pants up, looked into the mirror, and laughed to myself. “God, I love this woman.” I reached for the door and worked my way back to the table to join the others.. I could hear wet slurping sounds as Lynda lashed at her pussy with her tongue. I could smell Sally's musky arousal heavy on the air and knew that the younger girl must have made her really wet. Sally was moving her head from side to side and was moaning softly as Lynda had obviously made contact with her clitoris.After a while Lynda needed to come up for some air. As she did so she looked over to me and saw me stroking my hard cock. Her lips, mouth and chin were all shiny with the wetness from. .. Except for the waiting. The waiting was awful. The fighting -- Christ! The fighting was terrible, when it was happening! I'd wet my pants, for God's sake! Next time, maybe I'd shit my pants! It didn't get any easier. I wasn't at all confident that it wouldn't happen!But as horrific as the fighting was, the waiting, maybe, was even worse.Edward, breathless from running, skidded to a stop next to my spot at the machine gun emplacement. "Radio!" he said.I ran up one flight to our radio room.. And every time he blows off a date he makes sure he works extra hard to please me in the bedroom. He had made up for missing last year's Valentine date with an oral marathon making me come four times in a row. It had felt so good, I had for a split second considered offering to let him take my anal cherry in return before coming to my senses. Mark had been angling for anal since we got married and judging by his recent purchases of anal porn novels on our shared Kindle, another campaign of.