"He wants more," she whispered once we broke the kiss. "Put him back into me."I grabbed Nicole around her waist and lifted her onto the counter, and w...lked closer and slid back into her. Kisses were flying all over the place. Mine were all over her little face, and hers to my neck and chin, and lips and everywhere else she could add them.The door opened to the restroom and a middle-aged woman walked into the restroom, and into the first stall. Neither of us saw her, but I heard her. My orgasm. I have been fucking Pam, the preachers wife, their pregnant daughter who just had my baby, the slutty garage sale slut and the preacher. All are my private bitches. My wife had been on and off again, feeling guilty, but still going back and fucking her young BBC. He is still and has been secretly sending me video and pics of her doing him. So, it is time to up the activities, so that in the near future I will confront my wife Charlotte and make her the controlled cum slut sex slave that my. ” He fell into sleep once again, feeling his entire body relaxing and his mind letting go when he suddenly heard his name being called, and an envelope was dropped onto his chest. His eyes flew open in surprise. Rubbing the sleep out of them, he picked up the letter and examined it. “John Bartlett” was printed in a neat, careful hand, along with the name of the ship and its FPO number. Curiosity got the better of him and he quickly slit open the letter with his forefinger. It was penned in blue. She was about 5’6” with a gorgeous oval face, perfect lips, hazel eyes and shoulder length straight brown hair. I don’t think she weighed an ounce more than one hundred and twenty pounds. Every inch of exposed skin was covered with a perfectly bronzed tan. She was wearing a white string bikini that created a perfect contrast against her tanned skin.Her B cup sized boobs were perfect for my taste. I like a B cup boob, not so big that they droop all over but big enough to get a nice soft hand.