She turned to her mother, a picture of innocence, as I felt my cock twitch and began to unload jet after jet of warm spunk over her hand (which was st...ll tightly gripped around my shaft), and the inside of my jogging trousers. The pleasure was so intense I almost fainted, and yet fear prevented me from letting anything show in my face. My cock continued to spasm for what seemed like a blissful age, and I felt the whole area in my trousers get copiously rained upon by a veritable storm of my own. "This owner, is he a white guy?" Marisol nodded. "Your son should be raised by his mother." You know it's a son?" A son is better. I can tell he'll be a big baby." I'm sure he will. The father's a big man. Not like the owner, I mean large." You like large men?" asked the swarthy man only a couple inches taller than Marisol. "I'm large where it counts."She watched his hand rub his groin and laughed. The laughter made him angry. "No Julio, I believe you. It's just..." She didn't want to say what. After the war the regulations for promoting second lieutenants were fairly simple—after two years in grade with no adverse efficiency reports, the promotion to first lieutenant was automatic. However, each year in college taking military courses and summer camp counted for one-eighth of a year, so I had picked up six months through that rule. In addition, proven proficiency in foreign languages also counted. At language school I had breezed through the French test and had remembered enough. Rather than being satisfied, Taisha was desperate for more. She was ready to take the next step, the final step. She was wet beyond her wildest dreams and she could no longer form words. She was communicating with her eyes, her hands, her body. Again, he pressed his body to hers, this time unencumbered by any clothing. Taisha wrapped her legs around him, pulled him to her closer, tightly. The moisture between her thighs provided the lubrication that drove her to distraction as he slid his.