‘Trust me,’ he whispered, tugging at an erect nipple. She moaned, loudly this time, unable to contain the urge to feel his hard, thick cock – to...taste him. She slithered down between his thighs to kneel on the floor, easily unbuttoning his pants and released the zipper, gentle fingers searching until his swollen manhood trembled in her palm. She placed warm, wet lips over the velvety pink head and it slowly began to disappear into her throat. His eyes covered – other senses heightened – the. " They relaxed and he left me standing at attention.He questioned, "Are those the documents from the Captain?"Sgt. Reynolds handed them to him and replied, "Yes Sir!"He looked them over, then looked at us and ordered, "Major, Sgt. Reynolds and Sgt. Blaine we need to have a little discussion about this in my office."He turned and we followed him. I looked at the Sgts. and they looked as confused as I felt. We entered his office, he looked at his aide and ordered, "I don't want to be disturbed.". Her long hair lay spread across her limp pillow and her bed looked as though a typhoon had passed by during the night. I shed my shirt and climbed in beside her, my long spear aching for fiction.She opened one eye and croaked, “Horrid man, are you back?”I bent and kissed her nose again, letting the blood-hot root between my legs bump her thigh and slide up toward her mounded groin, feeling a yard long and fence-post thick, its head a spongy cup big enough to hold a goose egg.The woman was bare,. You leaned over me, waiting. ‘Really? You do?’ I asked. ‘Really. And you know this to be true.’ Your face was very close now. I reached out the other hand to cup your face. There was light stubble over your cheeks. I felt my way up to your ears, rolling your lobes between my fingers. I combed my hands through your hair. Pulling your head down to mine. Kissing you for the first time was both pleasant and oddly familiar. None of those fireworks that magically happen in stories. Just a lot of.