Or the time we drove with the diplomat from DoD?That weak moron shit that persistently had to pee?You played many things and many a mellow track...tra...slators now sing Sinatra tunes deep in Iraq.With sunglasses on and shemaghs worn on our gear,you brought us to the Green Zone where we always had a beer.The whole team loved you as we traveled about,no malfunctions nor anything to pout.Remember that time we went someplace classified?Working for the Bear where we damn near died?You were strapped. Seriously. Most of us don’t get out much. Since my wife died, I’d met men and women who showed an interest in me. I simply wouldn’t let myself date them. The gay and bisexual men who came calling weren’t that interested in a guy with a family. Neither were most of the women, in fact. Lawrence wouldn’t give up so easily. He pursued me doggedly. He was smart, charming, and patient. Eventually, he wore down my defenses and I agreed to one date. One date turned into another, and next thing I knew,. He was fucking her so hard. They were losing balance. So, didi told him to stop.Didi took that chair near the table where they had fucked her in a missionary position before. She bent forward, got hold of the table with both hands, and kept one leg on the chair beside her. So, she can get the balance and give the boys an open view of her pussy.My elder sister looked behind and gave him a smile and said, “Come on, show me heaven.”He got a grip on her waist and again started fucking her pussy. Stella loves to explore more of her longing and lust for lesbian sex, as well her first try to dominate, being my sub.Stella shows Saskia some submissive steps to take as a successful slave. Saskia still kneels between her legs.Saskia survived her first test, of orgasming on order from fingering her fanny, while she listened to her sexy story.Stella is my sub. Saskia longs to learn how it happened. Stella promised her to tell every erotic and dirty details.Saskia suddenly feels Stella's hands.