Margaret Dobson was a formidable woman, and had taken more than a little convincing so far.The Gunny persevered, however, explaining his reasoning, tw...ce. She had no great love for the military, this was apparent, and so the Gunny fell back on unfamiliar ground – speaking in terms of the classics – Voltaire – and speaking of motivation, stagnation, the Peter Principle, and some other touchy-feely stuff that had little to do with firing someone for incompetence.Voltaire came up, as the Gunny had. You take me to a place that is known only to us, a place where our lust turns to love, and our love, turns to passion. The height, and depth, and breadth of our passion knows no bounds. It is as limitless as our love for each other. It is not long until we feel the wonderful sensation of a shared orgasm, crashing down upon us, threatening to consume us. It leaves us both breathless, gasping for air. Our hearts are racing, beat for beat, they match each other. You collapse on top of me, and I. Piper shrugged, “Just chill out and have fun.”For the next few minutes, they went back to random chit-chat that would have bored her, but for the air of excitement of what was to come. Han bemoaned the lack of a foosball table. Scott suggested ping pong. Dennis and Han were playing when Piper started feeling something. It began with a giggle. She couldn’t help I, Jamal who was chatting her up so hard telling her about his first year down at USC. “I’m talking epic parties. I don’t even know how. The tight skin of his cock glistened in the low light. Directing it to me, I knew that it was time. It felt warm, I don’t know how much I took but its silken head grazed the roof of my mouth. With a gruff gasp and a moan he seemed content enough with my technique. I felt her fingers running through my hair guiding me to give to him how he liked it. Pulling on the back of my head with a force that belied her slight frame - I had to take more cock. I closed my lips over it, taking it as deeply as.