"You want one?" he leered."Mister Martin, you're a married man," I said."Oh, everything still works," he said. "Don't worry about that." Mister Martin..." I said. "I'm not that kind of girl." Ain't but one kind of girl," he said. "Tell you what. Give me a blowjob, and we'll call it a start."Now, I had given a few blowjobs, I admit it. But I didn't want anantique organ.I didn't want Warren Martin, either.* *"You what?"Mrs. Thomas was angry. I stood in front of her, my eyes on the floor,as she. " "I was loading napalm canisters on these prop planes. Yeah, we used prop planes in Viet-Nam. A-47 SkyRaiders. We called them Spads after World War1 fighter planes. It turns out that jets are too fast to deliver napalm from the sky, never hit the target, and the choppers weren't really designed to bomb anything, B-52's are just too huge and distant for the job. This has to be kind of close range killing, as close as you ever want to get to napalm, anyway. So they used these World War 2 prop. Anything you want, baby. I crawled over her as she relaxed back on to the pillow. She had the cutest grin on her face as I got closer. I kissed her lips softly. Her hand reached around my neck, pulling me in. Our kiss intensified. Our tongues dancing. Her other hand came to the side of my face. She was whimpering into our kiss. I could feel her heartbeat speeding. Her chest heaving faster. I thought she was about to have another orgasm from our kiss alone. How amazing that wouldve been.. So, Jennie began licking the Asian female's clitoris with wild abandoned, just wanting it to be over so Peggy would get off and let her get up. Jennie could taste the salty female juices, felt it smearing her delicate lips. Above her, Jennie was encouraged to work harder as she heard the Asian females joyful tortured grunting and moaning becoming louder. 'You bitch,' Jennie thought resentfully, 'just get it over, don't draw it out, you slut!' From the sounds Peggy was making, Jennie was sure.