The next morning was Saturday, and I smelled eggs, bacon and pancakes as I walked downstairs. That is fairly unexpected in my house because if it isn�...�t me cooking then you smell Cheyenne burning eggs and toast and people yelling “fire!” or “too much smoke!”. In case, you don’t get the picture Cheyenne cooks about as well as she spells and she doesn’t spell very well.I was excited AND hungry – were my kids making breakfast for me? I dashed into the kitchen after clinching my robe tight only to. "She had no idea what had come over her, but she had taken the tape measure from him and had said, "No, we have one more thing to measure" and she'd let the robe slip from her shoulders as she went to her knees in front of him. "Take out your cock," she'd told him, "I want to measure it."When he had pulled out his throbbing erection she had looked at it and tossed the tape measure aside. "No need to measure it, it is definitely big enough" and she had taken him in her mouth. She had given him. ”Hans responded right away. “Sir, we are very grateful and very proud of the praise, but our flyboys are not like that. Eric and Har-Hi are our best friends.I personally think they are the best indeed.”Mao simply nodded.Fleming raised one of his bushy eyebrows. “Do I detect some real comrade ship in a Midshipmen team? I am impressed and you standing up for your buddies even when they are not around. I really like that!”The Commander checked his suit and added looking up to towering Hans. “You. I can only think I was willing to tell him all the things I did to humiliate him, and to let him know other men wanted me. He kept asking questions and pressing me for more and more details. He couldn’t stop asking me how I was fucked by this other man, especially since I really went all out with him, allowing him to cum in my pussy and all. I never told my husband all the details, like how he would press his prick into my cervix and shoot his cum inside me, or how he made me cum while fucking.