But neither of us really knew what he would do if he should discover us like this.She groaned against my cock as if she were in pain and her eyes were...trying to plead up into mine. Asking for me to be reasonable, to let her gather her clothing from the floor about the chair she had just been perched upon, and retreat to put the well-practised appearance of a loving and devoted wife back on.I maliciously snickered at my threatening comments, this game being something common to our fucking. And. ..don't stop,” she crooned and yanked on my meat harder as I rubbed her sensitive nub.She then grunted while biting her lower lip to try and muffle her climax. “Eumph, foock!”“Holy shit...” Tara wheezed after I pulled my soppy hand away.“That was really fun to watch, but now, what about me?” Dave complained, still stroking himself.I wasn't about to let that exceptional cock go unattended, so I practically shoved Tara out of the booth and sat down next Dave, kissing his lips and taking hold of. His prick was stiff and big, pushing out his shorts like a horizontal tent pole. He pushed the shorts down and walked across the room to her. She lay there, quivering and glistening in places with nervous perspiration. She had a frozen smile on her face that made her look more terrified. Max sat on the edge of the bed and then lay down, rolling onto his side to face her."Come here," he said. It would have been just as easy to move toward her, but it amused Max to make her come to him, to force. "Looks like you've settled into retired life, George," James commented as he looked around the scrupulously neat, surgically-clean kitchen."Yes, well, it's not the excitement of commanding a ship at sea, but I'm putting my days in," George responded as he poured three mugs of tea. He placed two mugs in front of his visitors and then brought over a plate of biscuits and his own mug.The Commodore grew thoughtful. "Would you like to go to sea, if you could? Commanding a warship again?"George had.