I barely remember the long drive there. When I arrived, Craig was outside waiting for me. The motel looked unusually dark. Craig approached me, laughi...g, and seeming very comfortable. “This motel looks so dark!” I stated. “Would you believe they lost power!” Craig said laughing. “Wow, so can we still go in?” Craig shook his head and we headed towards the door. He already had the key to the room. Walking in, I felt nervous, hoping I wasn’t making a sexual mistake again. Craig waited until I. He was as hairy as his mom but his cock and balls were shaved as smooth as silk.I took his manhood in my hand and began to wank him, each stroke fetched more of his pre cum out from him. I lowered over his cock and sucked it in to my mouth, he was wet and sticky and it didn’t take long before a froth had formed around my lips.I let him slip out from my mouth and I started to lick down his shaft, taking and sucking each silky full sack in to my mouth in turn. He lay there whimpering just about. (It really did take a couple of days to get over the fright of being in a firefight.) * What ended up happening was a shocker. I didn’t go to bed and sleep for a week, what happened was that Billy Conner (my wingman “shotgun rider”) and I ended up screwing like rabbits in heat. I don’t know why I did it or why I needed to do it so much, but when Billy and I and the other to troopers got back to base motor pool it just sorta happened. We’d just come through a real. Every so often, Patrick would deliver an open-handed palm smack to her bouncing derriere which would make her tense up and twitch as the spank sent an electric shock across her skin and right up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on fire after about a dozen spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted thumb into her asshole. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to smoke Tim’s pole with the messy approach that only a drunk, high frat slut could.In her.