So it was a bit of a surprise when Lana told me that the four of us were going on Friday night to a platoon party. Oh, and she and Cindy were going to...perform."No fucking way!" I shouted at Bart. "I don't want my girlfriend performing for a bunch of horny Army guys. Especially a big lesbo show-- is that what you meant about 'Don't Ask Don't Tell' not mattering? They leave you alone as long as your wife eats pussy in front of them? So what am I supposed to do during all this? How many dicks am I. Andersen. She especially loved playing with Loretta's prostate while the ex-teacher screwed her to near lameness.Meanwhile, Mira was busy munching on her mother's sex, licking her to yet another climax. She couldn't help herself. Ludmilla was too delectable not to devour, and the young Goth went for her snatch with gusto. Poor Mrs. Hamill didn't have the time or focus for anything but screaming in pleasure thanks to her lovely daughter."Well, Mom, how was it this time?" Mira teased her mother. He had short grey hair and a well-trimmed grey beard. He was wearing a black dress shirt with black slacks. He complimented me on how beautiful my girlfriend was and I thanked him and admitted that I was a lucky man. He bought me a drink and we small-talked for a bit. I was starting to get a bit tipsy when Sara texted me asking me to hurry. I told her I would be up soon but she was extremely horny and a bit drunk. I set my phone on the bar and continued talking to Jim. The game on the. Despite walking down these filthy hallways every day, their designer clothing remained spotless (an anti-grime jinx, Harry supposed). This forgotten hallway had become their daily path because it gave them the chance to exchange nasty rumors about the other students with each other without getting in trouble with the Professors. Pansy Parkinson was walking in the middle and slightly ahead of the group with a smirk of dominance upon her face. She was the leader of the group and the other girls.