Sorry. Was just trying to help.” I turned my back to her and headed to my house.I went up to my office and pulled a chair close to the window. I wat...hed her for almost 2 hours as she struggled to move the snow around. As I watched her, I got more and more angry with her. Why the fuck did she hate me so much? All I did was offer to help. The way she spoke to me reminded me of the way my ex-wife treated me before she finally moved away. It was pure venom from an angry, bitter woman. Well fuck her. My wife had fallen asleep but I was still awake when I heard the shower being turned on. My cock started getting hard as I thought about the water running down Lana’s petite, naked body. I crept out of bed and down the hall; my dick got even harder when I discovered that Lana had left the bathroom door open. I peered around the corner of the door and saw Lana showering through the frosted glass of the shower door. I pulled my cock out of my underwear and began masturbating as I watched her rub. The feeling was very erotic, especially since he knew he was in a beautiful white woman. Bottoming out against her cervix, Tracey felt Debra's legs wrap around his waist urging him to try to go deeper. He began the in and out motion culminating in his seed breeding the gorgeous white girl he was mating with. Both still kissing, Debra's hands rubbed and kneaded his back as he ground against her. Debra felt like she couldn't breathe, not because of their physical actions, but from the explosion. It is not a wise career move for a recently commissioned officer to get married, but fortunately for Harry the marriage soon ended. Harry and Cynthia, like me and Miriam, never lived together on camp; but Cynthia, unlike Miriam – well as far as I know – soon embarked upon a series of highly visible sexual affairs, and Harry sued for divorce, which was quickly granted. His ex-wife Cynthia, and practically all the women he had relationships with, were Sloane Rangers; girls with parents who were.