You lick my ear slowly and teasingly...breathing deep in my ear.Whispering...how hot I make you.I feel your arms reach around me, Sliding your hands u...der my shirt, you caress and squeeze my breasts gently pinching my nipples...feeling them get hard under your touch.Your fingers tracing around them my nipples getting harder.Leaning back against you, I can feel your hardness against me, I press my body tight against you.You slide your hands under my skirt, Your hands gently caressing me as they. I can remember us fucking my wife relentlessly as she begged us to stop now it was her turn.If you have never had your cock deep in a pussy while one was sitting on your face you dont know what you are missing. My tongue was getting sore from dipping deep inside the pussy on my face and the aroma of their cum was intense . It was beginning to make it difficult to know who’s pussy I was eating or which mouth was on my cock. We were having sex for hours with me staying hard through out the. Now my aunt Pam had always had I dominant personality. When I would visit her as a k** she would always put me to work and tell me what to do. She was always really bossy would tell you things in such a way that you would never even think of arguing about it. Probably why she's single. Anyway We get out to the lake and I setup the tents, gather, wood, build a fire. By then its getting dark already. My aunt brings me a sandwich and tells me to make them all some drinks. So a couple hours go. My eyes still fixed on the wall, I waited. Moments passed and the quiet endured. When finally I turned, the soldier was still on his knees by my bed, his face buried in his hands as he silently wept. For a flittering moment I felt the urge to reach out and touch him on the shoulder, until my anger flared and crushed the despicable notion. To evoke such a feeling of compassion was a violation as despicable as that of those others, and perhaps even more so! I wanted to kick him. To scream and.