I knew, without being told, what she wanted of me. She began to move her hips back and forth, her hands on my flanks, not hurting, just holding as her...pace increased inexorably. She slapped my arse, not hard and rocked behind me, emitting guttural noises as her own crisis dawned. She came, loud and violently behind me. It was a sudden outpouring of words and sounds. She thrust into me as it continued, driving her cock into me then suddenly stopping, deep inside me, hands squeezing my skin as. He stopped to let me go out first and the bosan’s pipes sounded as I heard the ship called to attention. I walked down and stepped onto the deck before saluting the ship’s crest and then the colonel that wore the ship captain’s braid, “permission to come aboard.”This was not normal ship procedure for me but since my promotion to admiral I had learned to accept it. The colonel returned my salute, “permission granted.”He turned to walk with me as I crossed to fleet admiral Sinclare. I saluted and. One such day, she had come across my story and had found it really interesting. She then decided to mail me.I responded and we started chatting casually. I was the first author she had mailed. She was new to these things and hence we started very slowly. She was so clear that she didn’t want to spoil her relationship with her husband but wanted to have some satisfactory sex with me as he never satisfied her desires. I also wanted to maintain only that kind of relationship. We talked regularly. “That’s such a good boy,” Dad whispers in my ear.“Thank you, Dad,” I groan. “May I, please, cum, Sir?” I beg. “Please, sir.”“You want to cum, boy?” Dad asks. “Show Dad how much you want to cum.”“Please, Dad, may I cum?” I plead. I feel tears sting my eyes, my nose runs. “Please, sir, please, allow me to cum,” I sob. My breathing is labored and choked. Tears stream down my face and I can no longer breath thru my nose. “Dad, please.”I feel Dad’s breath on my neck and shoulder.“You can cum now,.