Then:"Mmmm, your pussy gets so tight when I put you on ice for a week. Fuck it's so good."I could hear the specific sound of skin against skin, slap s...ap slap. Whoever it was was getting a hard fucking. A good hard fucking based on the very wanton and needy moans."I bet you'd feel even better if I didn't allow you to fuck for a month. Would you like that?"Another moan, but this one in more of a negative tone.I got closer to the door with every intention of walking right by. I swear I did. But. "I love you." I kissed all over her beautiful body."I love you too. I can't tell you how good I feel." Karen glowed.And we tried our best to make the other feel even better. And we succeeded.Spring kept Beck for us. Karen and I made love three times before we went to sleep. In the morning, I woke her. "I love you, Mrs. Randolph." Show me, Mr. Randolph." And we did.Later, I walked with Spring. "Something is still unsettled in my mind. I thought it was Karen, but it's something else."Spring said,. He tried to act surprised, but I know him too well. He knows I enjoy sex in a car and this was an unusual splendor of room and pleasant surroundings. He gave instructions to the driver and the privacy panel raised.He took me in his arms and kissed me tenderly and stroked my shoulders passionately. I signaled my desire by throwing my head back, offering my décolletage for his lips. He began kissing his favorite place, just above my breasts and I felt him unzipping the gown - I think he had the. I would hate to do something that caused a worse problems to the person I was helping.I also wanted to find a good place to store my rising collection of memorabilia. I stumbled across it, totally by accident. Since the fall of the Berlin wall, the US government had been downsizing its military hardware, as well as the number of its soldiers. One of the things it was doing, was decommissioning old ICBM missile silos.I was amazed at how much room was in a silo. Besides the missile silo itself,.