. uh... uh... uh... "Every time I thrust into her she grunted as it knocked the air out of her."I'm so... uh... sorry... uh... Len... uh... oooh, forg...ve us Len!" I hoped her wailing was pleasure.I felt her juices flowing around my dick and I started hammering myself into her, in and out, side to side she was moaning and moving her hips as much as she could, her nylon clad feet braced on the bed at my sides. We continued until I could feel the pressure in my balls building up. I increased the. Fahima began trembling.His strong hands were alternately caressing and squeezing her big bosom. Her vagina let out a little squirt of fluid. Donte felt her cunt squirting as he lifted the front of her abaya up and slipped his hands in."Donte, I can't... ohhh, fuckkkkkkk!" moaned Fahima as she felt the tip of Donte's finger slide along her labia."You can't do this, is that what you wanted to say, my hijabi whore? If you don't want this, then explain it to me why your cunt is so wet," he said. Hoping she is waiting for me, I take a bite, but she doesn’t move.“Go on. The food is yours. You need to get your strength back, and that won’t happen if you don’t eat.”She looks at her food then at me. I just stare at her until she takes a bite, then I continue eating. Since we are eating in silence, I figure now is as good a time as any to talk to Grace.“Sweetie, you need to see that there are plenty of people who care about you and want to help you. I can’t always be here, and neither can. With a grimace for the state of the Service Alphas, he had little choice but to put the pants and shoes on. At least I can leave off the shirt garters. To hell with it, I'll go in pants and a tee-shirt.The Gunny's room was eight doors down the curved hall. Junior thought about it, just before he knocked, and realized Deb's hand was at work there, also. If tonight goes like I think it will, there is no way I want to be within hearing distance of this room.Predictably, that thought led him to.