”And she pressed mouth to mouth again, and his hands clearly remembered their indoctrinated training. They cupped her rump, squeezing her through he... uniform. As their tongues danced together, Vynn closed her eyes and could wallow in the satisfaction of another touch. But then those hands withdrew and Turantawix pushed her away with gentle firmness. She blinked slightly – pouting a bit. He grinned nervously.“I, ah, Captain ... I have duties...” he gulped.Vynn pouted. “Alas...” She knuckled his. I was amotherfucking epiphany making machine. I actually started to feel sorryfor Bob and his dumb little flyers! They made him seem diminished,human scale. Just a person, not a giant walking dick and balls or achallenge or symbol or whatever.Of course our flyers were better than Bob's. Why wouldn't they be?Dallas was awesome at art. I had capable friends. I was capable, too. I couldn't play bass for shit but I'd done that flatspin down at thevert, hadn't I? I'd gotten back at Michelle. I felt Dan's hand on the back of my head and he said, "a little more please, just a little more". What could I do? He was holding me there, gently but firmly and my husband was watching me struggle with this big cock in his wifes mouth. Next thing Mick was kneeling next to me and kissed me on the cheek and said to keep going a little bit more. I was choking now and panting and groaning trying to please these two men who were watching me sucking this cock. I panted and sucked for a bit more but. Now my neighbour girl wanted to read that story. After a lot of convincing from her side, I showed it to her. After reading the sex story, she said, “You have written a very nice story”. And asked, “is the story true?”. I asked, “Does it matter?”Then something different happened. She asked, “Do you want inspiration for the next story?” I said, “What are you implying?”Next thing I know, the girl was kissing on my lips! I kissed her back as hard as I could. Then I grabbed her by the waist and her.