A very pink... and very swollen... clit was at the top of an even more brilliant pink slit. The scent coming from her slit was overpowering. It was th... smell of woman. It was the smell of passion. It was the smell of lust. Roger reached for Marcie and pulled her close to himself. As soon as their bodies touched, they soared up into the moonlit sky. He had once made love to Marcie standing up with her against the door to his office. Just as she had done then, she raised her legs and wrapped them. She was squirming when I stopped, I let out a slight laugh and made my way up her neck, underneath her chin. I licked her bottom lip and pulled it softly with my teeth. She freed her hands and wraped an arm around the back of my neck, and put her free hand on my face touching my cheek. She started to breath deep and pull me closer. I could feel myself growing harder from every touch of her finger tips. I started to grind myself between her legs. She broke our kiss with a soft sexy moan that. " Her hand was squeezing my cock harder and tighter, jacking my prick. I was close. Very close. I heard the shower stop. She was going to take my cum. Yes, she was going to swallow it all. I humped up into her mouth, forcing her to take more, and she was gagging, and her spit was dripping down onto my lap. Oh, fuck, I was going to cum. "There, there, yes, there, take it, swallow it. Oh fuck, unh, unh." She was pulling on my balls and a finger had slipped into my ass hole. The wench was enjoying. Through out the morning as the fog settled deeper on the land, the pilots relaxed in the farmhouse. Occasionally the mechanics would wander in to report on such mundane items as oil changes and control cable maintence to the airplanes. Commander Burton also detailed the men to ready the smudge pots, large barrels that were filled with petrol soaked wood and hay, and lined the landing strip to serve as crude landing lights. Just in case the fog lifted enough to mount a mission. Of course the.