Pete waited a while for the illusion to be absorbed then became business-like."Alright, people ... It's getting close to bed-time. Robert, I'd appreci...te it if you would supervise one of the large tents. Would you please take Samantha, Ginger, Tom, Henry, and Susan under your wing? Lisa, if you would take Linda, Thomas, Karen, Heather and Jake into the other tent, Luke and I will watch the fire until it burns down a bit before hitting the hay, ourselves."The next morning, Lisa was the first to. .. that's how I feel about myself now." "What are you talking about?" In the Air Force, first I guarded H-bombs. Warheads. RV's. In Wyoming. I was reading Ghandi and A.J. Muste at the time, so I thought a lot about my place in all this. Then, around the time Martin Luther King got shot, I got sent to Viet-Nam." "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. Steve shoved his cock all the way in all at once. It was wonderful. Steve fucked me for who knows how long when I felt him shooting his first load up my ass. Steve went soft and slipped out of my ass. Steve released my wrists and told me to stand up. He takes me by the hand and walked me to another room. Steve placed me up against something in the middle of the room and had me lay down on my chest. Steve told me to lift up my right leg and then me left placing my knees on some type of support.. She was riding him good and he was squeezing her tits while thrusting his hips, driving his hard cock deep into my wife, feeling her juices coat his shaft as she encouraged him to fuck her harder and faster and begged him to use her as his own personal sperm bank. She didn’t just want to fuck him, she wanted to feel his cock pulsing with every stream of cum he shot into her. Just about then I saw his hands move from her tits to her waist and we both knew what that meant.“Yes, give me that load..