I wanted to keep that thought in my head. Yes, it was Stephen’s cock that was pounding away at my cum filled pussy.After what seemed like almost an ...our, Stephen spoke.“Oh, baby, I’m going to cum, I can’t hold it back any longer.”It was perfect timing. I could feel by the pulsing of Michael’s cock that he was ready to explode his load of hot creamy cum inside of me.“Mmmmm. Cum for me, Stephen. Cum inside of me and all over me.”“Here I cum, baby. Mmmmmm,” Stephen moaned loudly.Michael’s back. The major difference was that I didn't consider that I had a problem; maybe Brenda did, but I didn't. True, I did love the taste of cum delivered directly from my wife's pussy to my mouth and yes, I did encourage her to go out with other guys and let herself be filled to the brim so she could bring it home to me, but so what? I liked it! And Brenda sure didn't seem to mind helping me get what I wanted. In fact, it was because she was already out there getting it that I found out that I liked. I watched in fascination as her labia folded and unfolded as his long thick erection slid in and out of her pussy. Ben held Jacky directly over Joe. Hovering above, they presented Joe with a clear vision of his wife being fucked hard by another man.This sight brought Joe to his second orgasm, with Ben next, filling Jacky with so much cum that it flowed out and down her thighs. As he pulled out, a gush of semen dripped onto Joe. Ben spun Jacky around in a standing sixty-nine just as he had. "If he pleads guilty, demote him one grade and put him in command of a scout. We always need more scouts. If he pleads not guilty, then give him a fair trial, find him guilty, demote him and park him in some dead-end administrative job where his prospects for promotion are zero or less. Preferably less." Why the difference, sir?" If he can't recognise his own mistake, then I don't want him in my command. People can learn from their mistakes. If he doesn't accept that he made a mistake then he.