I’ve fucked my way through the ranks, too. I’m a man who likes his meat and potatoes. But I also like a little salad. Perhaps with rich sauce. And...when I first saw you, God damn my eyes, I knew you were a man who liked a man.” “You like meat and potatoes too?” asked Colonel Norman tremulously. “As much as buttered oyster?” “More so, Norman my good man. The fair sex make a good aperitif, but they scarcely make for a full serving. I like my main course to be hot and lean and strong and firm.” . “Good morning, Daddy,” she said breathlessly. “Good morning, indeed. Are you having fun, baby?”“I want to taste your cum, Daddy,” she panted. “You got to taste mine last night,” she added as she licked his shaft all the way down to his balls. When he groaned aloud at the sensation, she continued lower, using her tongue to play with his hairy testicles, giggling at the way his fur there tickled her tongue.Her laughter entered his body through his nut sack before his ears registered the sound,. After slipping off the rest of his clothes so that all he still had on was the crushed hat he always wore, Norton had Ralph bent over the small counter sink in front of the window and was now down on his knees behind his lust filled friend, his nimble and experienced tongue delving deep into Ralph’s responding hole, sending such unexpected thrills though Ralph’s overstimulated body the large, wanton bus driver could not keep the sounds of joy from escaping his galvanized body. “WOOOOF!. . .. Your cock tastes great,” she murmured before putting her lips round my cock again. This time she started to build up a rhythm of bobbing her head up and down my shaft; every time she had her lips around the head of my cock I could feel her tongue swirling around it before moving back down again.I could see as she was moving her mouth up and down on my cock she had a hand underneath her skirt touching herself. She was making sweet sexy little groans of lust and enjoyment as she simultaneously.