As we jounced out of the yard, the grinning soldier began getting ready for a different sort of action by sheathing his bayonet, removing his belt and...unbuttoning his jacket. Frances sat with her back to the driver's seat, looking furious, her arms folded across her chest."Leave her alone," I said to him as he knelt by my face, and he hit me in the ribs, smiling. I took a deep breath and knew he had cracked a rib or two."You had yours, shit-kicker," he said. "Now it's a man's turn." He grabbed. “Sorry about the size, but it will have to do. It was the very last one left,” she muttered as she left the room.I removed all my clothes but left on my bra. I put on the white G-string. It was very skimpy. I looked in the mirror. I was not used to the G-string feel. I turned my head to look at the back, which was not much more than a narrow band of white lycra material. I pulled at it, not being used to how G-strings pull into the middle of the butt cheeks.The front was triangular in shape but. I think I’m going to do it, too!” “R - really?” Mallory stammered. Daphne responded by flexing out her tan limber legs and wrapping them around Mallory’s ass. “Do it,” She hissed and constricted her quivering lover with all her limbs. “Let’s come together!” “Oh my fucking god.” Mallory cried. She switched into high gear, fucking Daphne faster, harder, and quicker still. The audible, sopping, slapping grew louder. Daphne’s thick white cream gushed out and drenched Mallory’s cock. The futa could. “He needed taking care of honey. I didn’t want to overwhelm him with new people,” I lied. “He will be up to meeting you guys one at a time soon. Why don’t you stop by tomorrow and bring him a quarter pounder with cheese from McDonald’s,” I suggested.“I need to go to the hair dresser tomorrow. I’ll swing by after,” she said.“I’ll be working you might want to blow your horn before you leave your car. I’m not exactly sure how Hondo will react to a stranger,” I said.“I’m not a stranger. I’m family.