She leaned back, craning her legs apart more so I had an even better view and placed two fingers inside her vagina. I could hear how wet she was getti...g and she could see how hard I was. Katie took her foot away from my chest and used it to stroke my penis though my trousers. “Get him out for me”. She requested. I undid and took my belt off, unbuttoned and slowly lowered my fly. “Hmmmmmm”. Katie exhaled. She rubbed my dick through my boxers and slowly placed the tip of the dildo in her hymen.. He had always loved that. Peter was about to let out his load but Ashley released her oral grip after pinching his base between her fingers. Soon, his feeling subsided and she mounted him again. ‘I’m wet for you, baby.’ ‘Put… it in,’ was all he could piece together. Ashley raised her hips and held his member in one hand until it was directly under her hole. She could feel herself open up for him as she impaled herself with his member. Another sigh, this one of release, escaped her, as he became. Best case, that is.” “You some sort of weirdo? Some new age crackpot?” “Me? No – I’m a military man, myself. You a military man?” “Err, yeah. US Army.” “I figured as much. I can tell. Hell of a life, ain’t it?” “Yeah. I guess.” “I’m Mike. Pleased to meet you.” The young man held out his hand. Donald Jefferson Bartlett (the Third) looked long and hard at the stranger before shaking his hand. “Don. Don Bartlett.” “So, where were you stationed?” Don shrugged. “Midwest, mostly, but we saw some of. I wanted to tell myself that I was going to the library basement to confront Becky and win Angie back, but in the back of my mind, where I kept hearing the chirpy lisping voice and seeing the burning green eyes, I knew I was just obeying a queen. I had let some half-pint, teen-aged muscle girl make me into a bitch. I was going to watch her bang my girlfriend in an empty basement just because she told me to. And I was going to bring my lunchbox. “Hell naw,” I said to myself, straightening up and.