”Chloe ran her hands over my torso, I’m neither ripped nor fat, just your average bloke who tries to keep himself in shape.“Nice, I like a man w...th some chest hair, those models you see who’re all waxed look like they spend longer getting ready than a girl.”She moved her hands lower and cupped my cock through my jeans, she nodded approval then moved down to my shoes, removing them in turn and tossing them after my shirt, my socks followed in their wake.Chloe then knelt down so her head was. They knew he never gave an order without the careful analysis of keeping casualties down in the ranks of the men serving under him.Always a pragmatist, he originally thought their chance of military control of the civilized world was a possibility. Then, when he became more aware of the so-called “final solution” and the genocide of the Jews and other segments of society, he was riddled with fresh doubts but continued to slog on with the orders from Berlin.When he was advised that “Operation. "Iknow that he's here. He has to be here. He's so damn predictable.Where else does he ever wind up when he's in deep shit up to his neck." Did you guys have a fight or something?" I asked innocently."Would you cut the crap, Jeff. He's been here," said Lisa. "You and Iboth know it. My guess is he's probably still here. Perhaps I shouldgo up and take a peek in that spare room of yours."I didn't know why I wasn't worried. I should have been, since Dickreally _was_ in my spare room, but I. “Come fuck me, please?” she said.I didn't respond. I knelt on the bed, crawled up to her, and surrendered control of my cock to her hands. She grabbed it gently and drew it to those succulent lips, rubbing it back and forth until she had it positioned perfectly at her opening. I eased forward and felt the head pop in through the outer ring of resistance. Gabby gasped. I let her get accustomed to the feel, then slowly pushed forward until I was completely buried in her inviting love nest. I felt.