We usually kept on watching TV, or she kept reading. Sometimes she would make comments about the TV show, while I kept on sucking and sucking. “That...looks like the guy from Everybody Loves Raymond, what’s his name?”“Hmm, Way Bawome... mmm, mmmm.”“Yeah, that’s right. Ohhh. Flick it with your tongue a little, honey... Ahh. Yes.”I liked to do this for a long time. Sometimes I worked my hand under her big bottom, and she would wriggle cooperatively so my finger could press against her anus.. Even as a child his desires drove him to review endlessly the great, the decisive battles of history, from the siege of Troy to Hastings through the Battle of the Bulge and beyond.Igwanda's private frustration was that he had never participated—could never participate in the world to which he was born, as his impressive intellect recognized—in such a battle. His pride was that in those conflicts in which he had personally taken part, all guerrilla-type fracases, he had acquitted himself with. I could feel Nel rocking harder against my face now.The scene on TV was barely three minutes long. The way our game worked was you had to do the same thing you saw for the same length of time. I didn’t know at this point if I had been licking Nel through her panties for three minutes, three days or whatever. I also knew that Nel wasn’t calling me on any of this so I figured I would take advantage of my good fortune.I looked up to get a sense of Nel’s movement and saw that her hands weren’t. The food seemed better than usual, probably something to do with my heightened senses. The food was so good, that I think I overate a little.When the conversation lagged, I asked, "Have you ladies given much thought to which one of you is to be the new commander of the base? I think you should decide quickly, because I would like to get a lot more food in. I want to start awakening the people we need, to get the base up and running. By the time I am trained, too much time will have.