"Sorry," the lieutenant said.John acknowledged the sympathy and was about to ask if the lieutenant had any idea where the remnants of the Fourth were,...when a burly sergeant came by and, seeing the two men sitting up and talking, came over to them. "You two," he said, ignoring rank, "are you well enough to move on your own?" Getting a positive response, he told them to get to the train station -- anyone healthy enough to walk, he said, was being sent out on the last rail line still open. To. He started moaning "oh yean, that's right bitch, rim my ass." I just smiled as I built up his pleasure.I was stroking his cock and playing with his well lubed balls, rimming him like I was his. I had eased his jeans down past his knees until they were free and clear. My wife was enjoying the show and the feel of his mouth eating her out as if there was no tomorrow.My hands were spreading his ass for my tongue as I was working the lube deeper into him. I flipped over onto my back and began to. It sounded somewhat muffled no matter how he tried to coax any tone out of it.Usually he could have dealt with the limitations of the instrument, and made progress on some technical passages or finger work. But unfortunately his mind was continuously drifting off. The events of the previous night were replaying in his mind like a looped videotape.He stood to stretch, and tried to clear his head. Obviously that was no friendly goodnight kiss Emily had given him last night.But what was the. It was only a tiny orgasm, just prelude of what was to come later. Hungry for more, Deanne stopped rocking her hips and got on her knees. Then she took her hand from my chest and placed it behind her for support as she leaned back. Plunging her hips up and down, she began to fuck me with long, rapid strokes, effectively jacking me off with her pussy. The view of her jiggling breasts was replaced by an even more arousing sight of her hairless pussy and her moist pink labia swallowing my cock.