" He hauled out a map from his pocket. "Can you give us some directions?" Concerned, her friends (also steered by the two privates) re-entered the cof...ee shop.As soon as the last person in the merged group of sales clerks and Marines entered the coffee shop, the interdiction field went up. Tribune Whitefeather stood up. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please. I am Tribune Whitefeather, the three men at the door are Confederacy Marines, and this is an extraction." He threw his. Snowballing, my beautiful wife explained to me while my erection pulsated in her soft hand, was when the man would reach orgasm in the woman's mouth, but then, instead of swallowing it, she would pass the load back to the man via a passionate kiss, and he would swallow it.As I mentioned already, I had not heard of this before, and despite my state of near-orgasmic arousal, it did not appeal to me. While it was true my wife had swallowed countless mouthfuls of my semen, and if I had to guess how. Walking into his bedroom he noticed the mosquito net on his bed was open, though he was certain had been closed when he went to shower. Approaching the bed he noticed she was lying in it, a sheet draped over her work of art.Sharleen called him over to her. He came closer, the droplets of moisture from the shower forming little rivers down Jay's smooth, naked chest. She sat up, sliding the sheet off and revealing her naked body to him. She knelt on the bed in front of him and pushed her lips. I liked the idea of us curling up naked, but realistically if she really started to play with me I would end up doing my thinking with my dick rather than my rational mind. He was already more than a little interested in the fact the beautiful woman we both wanted was standing in front of me without a stitch on. Steeling myself to resist temptation, I walked past her and got into bed. I could almost feel her gaze on me, and I heard a low moan at the sight of my backside, already knowing she.