He chuckled and closed the distance, hands reaching out to grasp my forearms, hips against mine."First you need to learn how to move like a dancer. Cl...se your eyes, and feel the movement." I complied, and despite the intimacy of his touch, I was able to immediately feel the difference between how I was holding myself and how he wanted me to. I adjusted, and realised it changed my centre of gravity so I felt more stable on my feet.He was almost whispering in my ear, and it must have looked very. It was a big house, with a barn attached that he opened and we entered. It was a bit sparse, but with some sofas and a table, so we sat down and continued talking, listening to music, both a little nervous but also quite horny. He said that he'd wanted to be fucked by a tranny for years, even though he was only eighteen, and I'd wanted to dress as a girl and be screwed for a long while too, although in the end our roles were reversed.Eventually he couldn't take anymore waiting: "Would you like. The B and D deck missiles are the older generation Mounty MDMs and the others are even earlier MDMs."They discussed, or really, Cedric lectured on, the missile capabilities leaving John Dahlgren aghast as he realised just how far behind the USN was. Cedric noticed John's expression and informed him succinctly,"Yah. The USN would provide target practice for the Peeps or the Mounties. The only way you'd beat them would be if they ran outa missiles." I know I'm not going to like the answer to this. Tom’s passion enabling Gemma to orgasm was about to blow his wad in Karen's mouth. Karen was awarded with a sampling of Tom’s pre-cum and immediately evacuated Tom’s cock from her mouth. Karen exquisitely and efficiently climbed on top of his rod and slammed her hips down on Tom’s pelvic bone impaling her cunt around Tom’s shaft causing him to splatter his load inside her wanting womb, a womb that was in need of a flourishing child inside of her. Tom realized once again that Karen was up to her.