.." Randall!" There was more rustling, and she rasped quietly, "Does that thing EVER go down?"A couple of snickers announced the fact that she hadn't ...een quiet enough. Randall's response made things worse, "Well, it must have gone down sometime. It was buried..." Randall!" Pure outrage as the other couple cackled. "Get OUT of here!" The flat glare that accompanied this brooked no argument, and the hecklers withdrew. Darla Jean, digging around lower in the bag, hunched herself to try to get an. I was air evaced to the Philippines. I took three weeks leave and flew to Bangkok. She met me at the airport. “Minh, honey, are you all right? I’ve missed you so.” “I’m all right Captain Davey. I love you more than ever.” “Minh, I want you to call me Dave or David. You can drop that Captain stuff.” “Okay Davey. It doesn’t really matter what I call you. I still love you.” When we got to the hotel room she attacked me and stripped my uniform off. “You won’t need those icky clothes,” she. That bitch was not wearing panties. “On your knees bitch and get to licking,” She said. Sylvia slowly dropped to her knees and tentatively began licking the folds of Harriet’s cunt. She pretty much knew what to do from all the times I had eaten her. “That’s nice, but insert your tongue in my pussy and then suck my big clit like you suck Tommy’s cock, Harriet said. In no time, Harriet was moaning and thrashing about on the chair. She made a low guttural sound, and I assumed she came. “Don’t you. He's stiff again – as if he hasn't come yet. My hungry pussy takes him in and squeezes his hot shaft tight in a pleasant convulsion. 'Mmm!' I moan, unable to fight back the long-awaited pleasure. Each time my vaginal muscles are tensing, they envelop a throbbing cock, making hot pleasant waves run though my body. There is a cock in each of my hands, several hands of the guys who can reach me are playing with my tits. Plus, the guy that I'm riding is not taking his hands off my juggies as well..