Charles knew one of the three girls, from his Saturday reunion party.Brady took out some straws. They were going to be drawing stories. The person wit... the largest straw will be the first person to tell his or her story. Pete and the eight other kids took out the straw from Brady's hand."Looks like I am going to be telling my story first!" cried the boy, who had the longest straw.The boy wore a Dan Dare costume."So you are going to tell your story first. But remember to tell it and tell it. I had just watched a real man fuck my wife and do with her what I couldn't while a man was fucking me. That made me want to pleasure Scott even more. I slid my tongue back into his mouth and started bucking back against his thrusts into my ass. I told him, "Fill me up in front of my wife. I want every part of you inside of me."With that, my wife looked over at us, and mouthed the words, "oh my god..."At that, he started going faster, and he kept thrusting and thrusting until I could feel him. A man of his breeding never pouted.Brooding though, that was an appropriate response to his current situation. After all, he was here, in his own chambers, and missing all the fun, rather than one floor up in the playroom. Even now he imagined he could almost hear the sting of the lash and the cries of pain and pleasure from the new arrival. Such a fine-looking young man! A rare treat indeed and one he had been allowed to have no part of. It had been this way for five days now.“How is it my. We didn’t salute an Officer if in civvies, but we could be fined or punished if we forgot when in uniform. PT wasn’t a luxury, and if we were late, again we would be fined or receive a punishment. The adjutant, who didn’t bother us with her name, handed a list of rules and times we were and weren’t allowed in specific locations.We were informed our unit was called, ‘The Green Ants’, and we were part of the company that had been called ‘The Space Ants’. Since we had own personal Ant, he had been.