From company bases we patrolled the surrounding areas, frequently clashing with IRA gangs, and we suffered some casualties from roadside bombs/ IEDs (...mprovised Explosive Devices).I hated Ireland; of course I missed Annalise, but it wasn't just that. Although the country of Ireland is beautiful the people were shite, or at least those that I came across were. Being spat at, sworn at, having used sanitary towels, shit filled nappies, and the contents of piss pots thrown at you doesn't endear you. Not even close. She is too tight. She is too cute, maybe even too hot. She did not just beat me, she has destroyed me.I almost started to tear up, but a voice in my head said, 'Give it a second go. You knew that you would cum first. Play it off. Pretend to be cool. You can do this.'I finally looked up at her. She was flat on the table and covered in my cum.I gave a fake chuckle and said to her, “Fuck! That snuck up on me. You are so tight that it is crazy!”I scanned the room quickly and saw. He grabbed her now with both hands and pulled her over the seat and onto his lap. She sat on his lap facing him on the back seat. His cock was pressing against her belly and she mashed her wetness onto his balls. She put her arms fully around his neck and kissed him as deeply as she could. The taste in their mouths was now a sultry mix of all their love making so far. He reached his hands around her waist and pushed her down. He loved that she was grinding him but not penetrating. He grabbed at. She calmed down a little as she explained; He could not have failed to miss the state of my attire. I had almost frozen to the spot before I dashed off to the Bathroom. She also admitted in a perverted way she felt extra horny knowing my son had seen the cunt of the woman his dad was fucking.I admonished as being the slut that she is; flashing her cunt to her Master's son and for that she would have to be punished! I then told her to go upstairs and bend over the chair in the bed room, where.