All of us were moaning, but no one louder than Jessie, who clutched the sheets beneath Brian with one hand and my back with the other. Her legs altern...ted between wrapping around my waist and kicking up in the air as her body writhed between two thrusting male frames. Her high heels scratched my back, but I didn't care. Our sweat mixed and mingled as the room filled with the scent and heat of three bodies in the throes of intercourse, the sound of Jessie's squelching holes now joining the. . I mean, it feels really good." I doubt you're orgasming, darling. It sounds like you're merely titillating yourself."Laura confessed that in Dwight's absence she had been touching herself more and more often. Marta had the good sense not to comment on the revelation.Things might have continued in this fashion, had Laura not received a telegram from Dwight asking her to supply him with an attorney to represent him at his forthcoming Courts-Martial, but conveniently left out the reason he was. As you well know after today, where the prick goes the cuckold is sure to follow.” I took a deep breath and began my fantasy for tomorrow. He positioned his knees widely beside my hips pressing my thighs and knees up to my sides and shoulders. He cradled my face with his forearms and pressed my head so that my red haired bush, my cunt was pushed tight against his still soft cock. My hands automatically reached out to grasp the backs of my knees and I pulled, opening up myself even more. I could. "Want 'em right now, ri'here." He pointed his blade at the floor unsteadily."Not likely," I said, and he took a swing at me that nicked the kitchen table. I grabbed his wrist and twisted. I kept twisting until the saber dropped to the floor, and then I pushed him out the back door and into the arms of his mates. "Gentlemen," I said quietly, "please take him back to camp." No," said one, breathing out the smell of rum, "it ain' right." He made to draw his weapon, and I hit him hard, deep into.