Sarge wasn't criticizing her or her views, she realized, merely offering fatherly advice.But the debate was still open. And she didn't like losing deb...tes, even to kin."If I could have shot only the two percent I would have," she answered, tongue firmly in her cheek. "But wouldn't that have been even a smaller target?"Antonio licked his finger and mimed making a stroke on an invisible board, as if awarding a point."Besides," she went on, "he had that shotgun pointed right at one of us all the. Instead of lastly running his tongue all the way up it like he usually did, he started at the head and took my entire dick into his mouth. I felt the head of it slide a little ways down his throat, and the muscles there tense and loosen slightly as he held it in. I could’ve come right there. I lurched forwards a little when he did this, an explosion of pleasure erupting in my abdomen. I didn’t want to come yet and pulled him up to my face, kissing him hard and throwing him onto the mattress. I. Marybelle was in her late thirties and this would be her eleventh year at the camp. Since there were always some changes in the roster of guys attending, she’d fucked probably twenty or twenty-five different cocks during that time. She was plump and blond and a squealer. If a guy had a smaller dick she’d take it up her ass too.Billy Bob was a bit dismayed with the enthusiasm his wife showed when told what the invitation entailed. Her “tail” to be exact. She looked at Billy Bob and asked,. He gestured towards the door smiling and she stared into his eyes again to return that smile. They stepped into the brisk winter air and began the short walk to Hannah's apartment but their conversation was as warm as ever. Laughing into the wind before she shivered again and cutely remarked “my hands are cold”. He looked to her gentle frown as she rubbed her hands together and, without thinking, quickly took one of her hands in his. Her cheeks burst red as their hands dropped to their sides..