His clothes mask him in daylight. Like me. Cloaked by the dark, he wears nothing. Like me.At night, his persona is dark; his color is dark. My persona...yields to dark; it surrenders to dark; it desires darkness.He desires control; to control the experience. When he sounds, I moan. Cues for him to pleasure me. I control the pleasure I take from him. Intense pleasure. Shrouded pleasure. Dark pleasure.My black triangle, the dark between my legs, makes me Cat Woman. I wait for the Dark Knight.While. He had met many hot cunts over there, all ready to fuck for a song, or a bar of soap. He had been AWOL for 4 days one time. He had been in a local "steam and cream," and a VC mortar team had set up just outside, to shell the nearby installation. They had commandeered the bar next door, and had put out sentries. He had been trapped inside. He had fucked all the girls, AND the Mamma-san, MANY times each. He had even popped the Mamma-san's daughter's cherry for her. SHE had only been 14 years old.. She saw the mess she made of her life and begged for Angie’s help. Angie called their pastor from the restaurant and he asked them to come to the church right away. Carla was embarrassed about telling the pastor about all this and was incredibly hesitant—being afraid of his reaction. But he was able to talk calmly and comfortably with them and put Carla in touch with the right resources. Their church worked with and supported a ministry in Philadelphia that focused on sex addiction.Angie. Betty knew that. We watched enough porn together.She was doing this for me. She knew it would excite me.“Mmm, your cum taste so good on our daughter.” Her tongue licked higher. “You drenched her. Ooh, that was so wicked of you, Phil. You're such a bad daddy.”“Yes,” I panted, transfixed by the sight of my wife's tongue lapping up my cum drenching our daughter's body.Betty moved higher, licking, gathering jizz. It coated her lips and tongue. She shuddered, shaking her hips, as her licks reached.