My 7 and half inch hard cock sprang up and hit her in the face, and without hesitating, she simply grabbed it in her smooth hands and sucked the head ...etween her lips. I felt her wet tongue run over the head of my dick, then down my shaft and slowly up to the head again. I gasped when I felt her taking the head of my dick into her mouth again. Then she slowly took more down her throat.“ohhhh God, Richa…….. suck it harder, it feels incredible” I moaned as she continued to suck on my aching cock. It never seemed to stop. I looked deep into my husband’s eyes. His expression said, ‘It’s ok baby, enjoy it, enjoy it. And enjoy it, I did! I rode his cock like a rodeo star, bucking and bouncing, holding on to one arm of my husband, and one arm of my lover. Soon my bucking and bouncing turned to grinding and rubbing my clit and pussy lips against his cock and pelvic bone. Sitting at the kitchenette bar, I could hear the captain’s encouraging crys, ‘Oh yeah! That’s right my sweet little white. Since the day he was born he seems to hear things in the wind."Fighting Hawk nodded and stood up. He spoke loud enough for his voice to carry to all of the people assembled. "Happy Beaver is dead." Fighting Hawk turned and held out his hand. It was obvious that Happy Beaver was being offered the chance to shake hands and he was confused, but he saw no reason not to do it. He reached and shook his hand. Fighting Hawk gripped his hand like a bear trap and Happy Beaver wondered if he was about to. .was his hair? His mind struggled to make sense of it.Then he saw his hand and his eyes bulged. They looked slender, feminine,and a far cry from his usual muscular build."Oh no no no no," he muttered under his breath. It sounded definitelytoo high in pitch to him. He pulled his bed covers away and let out ahigh pitched scream.The body of a woman. It couldn't be! This was impossible. Maybe a baddream? He pinched his soft skin. It felt real. So felt the big slap hegave himself against his, face..