Oh, my God"[/i]That hundreds of times in a row, if the shoot takes long. - Pun! We even get some short pillow-talk: "Does it feel good?Do you like it?...- "Oh, yeah!" No surprise here. He repeats.Finally he seems sure, we all get his verbal message to her.Mr. Wand from Japan does his job. "Feels so good at my clit!"Wow, she can talk as well! Jokes aside. She's horny now & Hot!She holds by both hands her ass-cheeks apart. Her ass gapes.He gets her invitation. Slips his boner tool right in. Till. We're still married." Itook another sip of coffee.A nervous twitch in the corner of her mouth dismissed that fantasy in ahurry. "Debbie, you've been gone for twenty-eight years and dead fortwo. But even being dead doesn't matter. Officially, you two were nevermarried. All data has been expunged from the system."I pointed to the backpack. "I have a copy of the registry, and despitethe wishes of a few, I'm very much alive."She looked down at me, exasperated, pulling her hair back through. Dave crammed his cock into Betty's tits forcing his cock head between her lips and gyrated his hips against her stretched tit flesh as his cock pulsated and spewed gobs of hot sticky cum into Betty's mouth and across her face. After Betty licked the last of Dave's cum from his cock, Dave sat back on Betty's stomach then slapped his hands back and fourth across her slimy oil coated tits."Oh god," Betty begged, "hit my tits, I love it. Hurt my tits honey, make me cum again." Dave pulled Betty's. She waited for him to say something, but the boy spoke."Jae, I am Matt Prescott." He extended his arm taking her hand in greeting as Americans do. "This is Corporal Ramirez." The touch was light and non-threatening. "I'm a sponsor; may I see your CAP card?"Caught completely off guard, she complied. Reaching into her purse, she wondered, why do this? Could she debase herself for a slim chance of an escape? He smiled when she pressed the card into his hand. Not wanting to meet his gaze, she.