Keahi reached his hand around and started rubbing her pussy in rhythm with his cock entering her. “Tell me Sheri,” Keahi commands. “Tell me wher... to cum.” Sheri is close to cumming herself with his fingers now working with his dick. She stammers, “Anywhere you want.” “No!” Keahi yells. “I want you to tell me. Should I fill your pussy? Should I fill your mouth? Should I cover your tits? Tell me.” Just then, Sheri started to cum. “Oh fuck!” she screamed “Oh God! Don’t stop fucking me please!”. He was totally shattered and pleased with the extra two hundred pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her comments about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the satisfaction of all parties and might well be repeated at some time in the future.Chapter 2“Change please, change please.”The singsong voice pleaded but, without the conviction you might expect from someone, truly desperate. Robert had seen the same guy in his regular spot in Charing Cross. .. but we’ve been moving ... perhaps they couldn’t find us.” JW said. “Were they supposed to come looking?”“They said they would.”“You can go with me on my next trip,” JW said. “That’ll get you back.”We provisioned at Campbell Bay and headed for Diego Garcia. There were seventeen catamarans spread out over 16 square miles of Indian Ocean, all anticipating our rendezvous with an American destroyer, DDG-64. After they finished a training rotation, the ship would be returning to Rota, through the. Only the colors. Yellow, green, purple, blue."Santa's eyes were wide, the pupils large dark pools in the half-lit room. His jaw had fallen open, his mouth a small pink oval in the middle of his white beard."Good, Santa. Let everything go. Let it all go. Loose... and relaxed." She looked down at Santa, a little surprised he was dressed exactly like one would expect from all the pictures. Red suit, white trim, black boots. "Nice boots," She said, "though a bit more serviceable than fashionable.".