I kept his cock burried in my throat untill every last drop was in my belly. I gagged a little bit, the taste of cum is very salty and bitter. Brian j...st kept rubbing the back of my head until he was finished, then he pulled my head up and kissed my forehead. All I could do was look at him with a big smile, his eyes were still glazed over while he was breathing rapidly. Through his short breaths he told me that I gave the best blow-job he'd ever had, then that he loved me. I pulled my shorts. "Close your eyes," Rhonda instructs him. "Don't worry about right and wrong just now." With his sister's moans filling his head, and his wife's hot pussy sliding down over his cock, Paul accepts the inevitable. Whatever is going to happen tomorrow is beyond their concern tonight and he thrusts up into his wife's pussy as his sister's voice provide the soundtrack to his lust.The next morning, Tim finds the conversation isn't going exactly where he wants it when Paul interrupts it with one of his. The tides of war changed quickly on the coastal areas of the North African Continent. Entire armies raced from strategic position to strategic position over great distances in the type of warfare that was so unlike the trenches of World War One that it stretched the imagination.I had studied the movements of both Rommel and Montgomery whilst sitting in a SS barracks in post-World War Two and listening to the instructor’s words with rapt attention. He was a Colonel missing one hand and with a. What?* Oh, do I have to just tell you?Yes.* Men! Down there. Between my legs. It makes me hot.A hug?* Oh, yeah. Just thinking about it now does too.Oh. Well hey.* Anyway, I was telling you about last night. So I was thinking about you hugging me, and then I went to sleep.Just like that?* Well no. I read a book for a bit, to distract myself, you know.Why?* Well, because I didn't want to, you know. Do that.Why not?* I told you already. It makes me feel guilty.It shouldn't. And.* Well, the book.