His thumb flicked off the safety and I pleaded with him to stop. "Oh my God, don't! Please Rockwell, please don't do it!" Then I started to cry... and...he stated to laugh."Oh that's just fucking great, a little tap on the chin and a gun in your face and you're crying. Yup, you're my superior officer alright, Christ I'll have to remember that the next time I'm in trouble in Iraq." He looked like he was thinking about something and I hope it was putting the safety back on. "I'll tell you what I'll. Her voice was practically demanding.“I’m on my way up, start when I come in OK?”“OK”, I said again slowly, the connection ended and I put the phone on the table. A few seconds later there was a small knock at the door, I opened it quickly and said gruffly “Get in here. She walked in quickly and I slammed the door behind her, “You’re ‘fucking late” I said, “what the fuck, you think I got all day?” I notice she was wearing a short leather skirt and black leather boots with heels, dressing a. She must have done that for about ten minutes. I dont think she realized how loud she was moaning. Then I heard a sigh with relief as she relaxed. In the meantime she had gotten me turned on again. I slowly slid my finger in my pussy and curled it up and started massaging my g-spot again silently until I cum again. I think she lay over there and watched me the whole time. We both finally went to sleep. Did she ever do it any more? Yes, almost every other night after that. I think she knew I. Booming thunder rocks the bed as with nearly as much force as our unbridled fucking. The frantic music of the chimes is lost in the melee of the storm and passion. Pulling out of you, I take your hand and lead you out onto the balcony. The cold wind-driven rain pelts our naked bodies, stinging slightly. I flatten one of the cushioned lounge chairs and have you lay on your stomach. Straddling you from behind, I give you a swift smack on your firm, round ass and plunge my member again into.