They have walked all over the floor in their area, and it's a mess already," she told us with a grin before leaving. I turned to Marge with a question...ng look."Yes, I found the buffer in a closet. I'll move it over by my bunk before we go to chow," she told me."Is there a way to lock this place up?" one of the other women asked."We'll find one," I told her. It turned out that the key to the door between our part of the barracks and the guys' part fit the entry door also. We used it to lock up. One minus, one mixed, and one big plus!I didn't respond, my head spinning with these pros and cons... I set them aside for now and focused on extracting the creamy dessert that was boiling in his balls."Oh yeah, I bet you would love to come over during poker night and just sit under the table and suck cock after cock," he continued. "It can even be anonymous, if you're in place under the table before the game starts, and you stay there all night."That idea had my cock about to burst in my. He couldn’t breathe. She rode him again and again. After a minute she left open a crack so her husband could hear her: “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SCREW YOUR SECRETARY!?”“Wha!-Honey I didn’t s-“But he couldn’t even finish that sentence. His wife pounded her butt onto his mouth. Chris found he could breathe a little air from her anus, but it, made him woozy and brought him ever closer to u*********sness. Then Jennifer raised herself a bit. Chris screamed and begged for mercy. But she slammed her ass. His family moved to an acreage south of the city when we were in grade nine. We would get together for weekends often. Our families (parents, brothers & sisters) were clueless as to how our relationship was changing from pals to intimate friends. In-deed we were pretty clueless too, but we were keen to explore and learn, especially me.One weekend when we were in grade 11, I got a question answered.He was bunking in our basement guest room two levels away from snoozing parents and siblings. I.