Thatwas followed by soft murmuring and noisy kisses."Holy crap," Luke said. "I can't keep my hands of your tits, girl." Well, you own them." You know... I don't want to make your husband feel bad," he told her withno sincerity."What husband? All I have is Sissy Suzi, with that junior joystickbetween her smooth hairless legs. You know, when me and her were stillgoing to bed together, before you rescued me from a life of no orgasms,she never once made me cum. At least not with that pinky dick. . I rather kill myself. I kiss your pink lips and sense you starting to gasp for air, with my hands exploring all your firm body, smooth neck, your perky tits with needle like nipples, until I reach your pussy, so wet i can't believe. First I make you lick two of my fingers jamming them in your mouth making you almost gagg, and then sticking then at once in the blink of an eye deep in your pussy.I can feel the softness, the warmth, you grab me and scratch my arms as I start to pump my fingers. As a distraction from what we were about to face, those thoughts only worked for a few moments.The tent loomed up in front of us. One of us held the tent flap open while the rest of us lined inside.Inside, the gloom of the early darkness was only somewhat relieved by several field lanterns strung up on the tent poles. A long table was lined up on one side, flanked by a couple of Sergeants, and on the tables were stacks of MREs, with cartons of cold milk at the end. Even though it was a bit. I mean, I love sex with each of you, but the idea of a paramour that I get to peg a lot ... that’s a major turn-on. I don’t think that he has a formal paramour as such, does he?” Elisabeth licked her lips now.“He doesn’t in that sense, you’re right about that ... until now. That’s a beautiful idea, though someone will have to step in to impregnate you on his behalf. But there’s no rule against a wife taking a eunuch for a paramour. Though I have to warn you that the injections will cease until.