Thodi der k baad usne apni ass hilana suru kar di and mujhe uski ass feel ho rahi thi mere lower body p but maine kuch nahi kaha fir ek scene aya jism... ek ladki drunk hoti hai and ladki ko kiss karti hai as a dare and fir wo boli dekho isne bhi kia, pata nahi uske dimag m kya chal raha tha. Fir wo ek hath andar daal k apni panty nikal di (baad m pata chala mujhe) and fir usne apni ass aur piche kar di. Mujhe kuch samjh nahi raha tha. 10-15 mins nikle fir usne bola ouch kia and bola yaar sayad. I felt him step closer, hesitating a short moment before he pulled me into his strong arms again, this time set on soothing and comforting me. The fear had been washed away by my sadness, and I accepted his kindness as I had accepted his passion such a short time ago. With a soothing voice he started telling me that he had met Sasha online a couple of weeks ago, that they had sent each other messages almost daily, that she had described her person, her lifestyle and her clothes in a way that. We not only worked with the Army but had a lot of interaction with the Marines who always seemed to look out for our welfare better than our own branch of service did. Of course the Army still didn't accept us because they thought we thought we were better than them which by the way was a crock of shit. The legs (regular army lifers) just didn't like the fact that we were self ruled and didn't fall under their purview or rules. They hated the berets we wore and considered them an insult to. My wife came back into the house and had a few jokes about our weird handshake.That incident was a few months ago and may I say since then I been more careful. I must say that the imagine of that ass bent over is still burnt in my mind. Every time Angela hugs me or talks to me I can't seem to shake the thought of her face down and ass up. Even right now the imagine is popping into my head as I walk around the house trying to find the bag of stuff my daughter sent me out to buy. My Wife is still.