’ and she laughed again watching my hand slowly caressing my sensitive penis. I barely made a couple of strokes and my body shivered reaching an ins...ant edge. I almost went past it and I struggled to put my penis back under control. My wife was laughing with all her strength. ‘Move!’ she ordered, ‘Get on your four, slut!’ All my life I was thinking that I will offend if I hear the word “slut” said to me but this time I just felt a twitch in my penis. I moved on the bed and positioned myself on. Hers was such a light sweet nectar. Hungering for more, I began to search under her skirt, lifting the material up, resting it upon her hips, as I automatically slid downward in the proper position to enjoy this welcomed feast. Her white underpants slid away, and I noted the crotch was slightly moist. Her body shifted, laying on her back now, with pillows under her head, to watch me at my work. Even in this position she was unable to see all angles of this union. Reaching over to her night. She took each one in her fingers and played with it before moving to the other. Every so often she would slip a finger under me and rub it across the tight pucker of my anus before going back to playing with my balls.I don’t know how much more she expected me to take but I was beginning to beg her to let me cum. She was bringing me so close to the edge of exploding over and over. Yet she always slowed her pace or changed the pressure to keep me right there. Right on that edge of cumming but she. Grogan's smelled like old wet blankets and gun oil. "Wow ... this be da place!!" I said, "Look at this stuff. That's an M-4 turret ... look out there ... Halftrack!! Hallo!!!"An inconspicuous pile of ragged uniforms piled on a stool near the register moved. Feral, narrow eyes, beneath the hood of a ghillie suit peeped out and stared malevolently at us."Don't touch shit," a voice graveled."Excellent idea ... gloves for touching shit." You a smart ass?" You better believe it ... You Grogan?" Who.