Next on the left. "Two, Sorry" The thin material of your dress is no protection. Your ass ripples more. It is distracting to me. Right cheek. "Three, ...orry" You squirm on my knees I feel heat coming from off your cheeks. Left cheek. "Four, sorry" My nipples are getting hard now. Five, six, seven and eight. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Your ass is getting hotter and now my pussy is getting wet. " Nine, sorry. Ten, sorry." You voice is starting to waver. I flip up your dress and look at your. .. PLEASE!“ she yowled in between incoherent cries. Though she could manage nothing more explicit, they all knew what she wanted. Clenching his jaw and ravaging the deepest reaches of her ass with short, sharp strokes — the head of Alejandro’s cock was an impossible-to-miss presence as it mirrored his motions — he squeezed an admittedly painful stream of ejaculate into her colon, convinced he could feel torrential jets of semen flooding her cunt at the same time. She was writhing back and forth. An orgasm shaking through you as he begins to push in and out of you. Slamming into you over and over as your hips grind into the stand and your moans louder and louder as your crescendo up for another orgasm. It goes on for what seems like forever, your body shaking harder with each successive release and finally you feel his cum release deep inside you as you scream in orgasmic release one last time. A groan escapes you and yell "No." and fall limp over the stand. You feel him pull out. ’ ‘What you’re telling me is that there’s very little difference between how the guys approached your war and my war. When I got to Afghanistan I was put in a company run by a captain who hated the place, liked to stay in his nice safe office in a big building, and as long as the patrols went out on schedule he didn’t think any command decisions were called for at all. He was just putting in time, counting the days till he’d go back to the states. The guys who were going out on patrol just did.