It’s no surprise that they couldn’t hold. Many were armed well enough, but mustered with undue haste and sent into battle as green as frogs.“Poo..., unlucky bastards! The lads broke and ran at Burns and Hines, and then at Madras. It didn’t help them that we’ve secured the Cascade Mountains and could rain serious artillery fire down on them, of course,” Aengus explained to us now.“In a nutshell, their geese are cooked and even the most obtuse leaders of the EOA must be rethinking their prospects.. Matt looked as if he was having problems holding back.“Oh Jesus, Sally,” he warned, “I’m gonna come if you’re not careful.”Sally slid his cock out of her mouth, giving it one last lick as she did so. She sat back and began to unbutton her own little shorts. I saw her black thong come into view, hardly covering her plump little pussy mound. I could see that there was already a damp patch around the crotch. She let Matt pull the shorts down her legs, and teasingly pushed her knees together as he. He looked awkwardly at the briefs he was wearing, his left hand pulling back the waistband and looking down. Maybe he should ditch the tighty-whities if he were going out. As far as he knew, no one else was aware that he still had some and he'd like to keep it that way. He only had a couple of pairs too - mostly Christmas gifts from mom leftover throughout the years, despite him wearing boxer-briefs since he was fifteen - and mainly kept them as a spare for when he ran out of clothes, which. But did you really expect hours of foreplay? Their foreplay had already been played out. That very first kiss that they gave each other had said it all and when they had returned home their finally act of foreplay was played out in the hallway. He was hard and ready for her and she was wet and ready for him. There was no point in wasting any more time prolonging the inevitable. They want each other and all that was left to do now was to get naked and get into bed. With your hand still holding.