. Ohhhhhhhhas I lap up your sweet nectar and you squeeze my head tight with those beautiful thighsyou collapse, giggling as the tr...mors subside simmering on my occasional kiss or lick, or rub setting off small tsunamiI work my way back up, kissing you all the way your soft purrs, moans and tremors a delight to hear'Give me a minute to get my breath back,' you begmy cock strokes. Sharon told me to lie on the floor in between the bed and the wardrobe as she wanted to be on top of me. I lay down with Sharon getting on her knees and straddling me as she had done the very first time, she took hold of my semi erect cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy before impaling herself on it and started a smooth rhythm of rocking back and forth, she leaned forward so her tits hung low between both our bodies swinging to and fro getting closer and closer to my face, before. I watched as one of his hands came towards me. He poked me in the middle of the chest with one finger. The force was hard enough to knock me backwards.“Not. Funny.” He said slowly.I braced myself and took a step forward.“What would you do if there really were slaves in there?” I asked, gulping for air.“What kind of fucked up question is that?” He asked, his voice getting harder.“What would you do?” I repeated.“Not fucking stand around talking that’s for fucking sure.” He replied, his voice. "She's not," I admitted. Harry looked up in surprise."You mean I've just OK'd this so you can shack up with some Aldershot tart?" He was angry, I couldn't really blame him."She's no tart-Sir!" I replied in a military tone. "I intend marrying her-Sir!" Bloody hell Dave." Harry put us back on friendship status, "the Old Man will have a blue fit if he finds out you're living off camp with a woman not your wife." Others have had permission. What about Yeti Snowdon, and Tango Sylvester? They aren't.