I pulled the thin material around her knees. I then started to run my tongue, up and down her inner thighs. She placed both her hands on the side of t...e washer machine. I could hear the washer machine switch cycles. I easily pushed my tongue inside Mrs. Cotton wet pussy. She let out a out moan. Her hands gripped the yellow metal, as I buried my tongue deep inside her. She was sweat to the taste. My mouth was slurping up and down her wet pussy. I started to slap her big naked ass with my big. In Capt. Clement's office, Tracy was struck by the overt masculinity of the setting. Everything was regulation; battleship gray metal and green vinyl chairs, Korean War issue officer's desk, 2 bookcases filled with non-descript black binders labeled "SOU 0101," etc. On the wall were 3 large round plaques: the DOD, the Navy Department, and the SOU. SOU had a stylized Calypso similar to the Cousteau Society's; just more American and Deco looking. But, Cousteau's Calypso didn't kill for a living.. His first shot of sperm almost hit the counter top! It landed on the cabinet door with a single trail of sperm running down the door and on the floor! Oh my god, he had shot it three feet or more! He had obviously been masturbating while watching me and was pointed right at the door. It shot right into the bathroom, this put me over the edge and I nearly collapsed with the throbbing orgasm that I had.Now what to do? The shame and anguish that I suddenly felt overwhelmed me. This was certainly. Ben could also see the auras around the cabin, outbuildings, and in the tree line and he clenched his jaw in frustration."They are positioned pretty close to the way Sam described," Ben said grimly. He didn't try to whisper. For some reason whispers seemed to carry farther than quiet words in the still air. "There are 23 men in that tree line that I can see by their auras. That's a few more than we planned but your men should still be able to keep them occupied. We have about 30 minutes until.