Dad released a long, guttural moan and pulled his mouth from Rhee’s, his head tipping back.“Fuck, fuck, oh, god.”Dad then attacked my mouth with...his, driving his tongue in to search out mine. Rhee and I continued to trade off on Dad’s mouth, all the while playing with his ass. It probably took more than five minutes, but less than ten, for Heather (with minor help from us) to coax an orgasm out of Dad. When Dad began cumming, crying out incoherently, I tipped my head to watch Heather. Her head. The pain went through my body as waives. I managed to regain control. ?Two? I was about to catchmy breath, when third stroke hit me. It was to fast. It caught me off guard. Ilet out a small cry. But I managed to stammer ?Three?. Just as I had said it,the fourth stroke came. It made me sob. I pulled at the restraint but it was ofno use. She had broken me. With a low voice I said: ?Four? I continued to sob alittle, but then I noticed that Mr. Skinner just looked at me with disgust.Then I felt it.. "God, how I need you." She pushed urgently at me until I rolled the rest of the way onto my back, and then swung a leg over so she was crouched atop me."Rim me," she ordered. "Work that slut tongue up my ass. Hurry!"I remembered what she'd shared. I wasn't supposed to masturbate; she couldn't. Well, not and get off on it, anyway. Of course I would have helped, even if my continued employment hadn't depended on brown-nosing my boss. The thought prompted a giggle I couldn't stifle."Lily!" Irene. Indeed it seems to me that the lessons that we're learning about fighting the Sa'arm are coming at an awfully high cost in terms of human lives. This is especially true given that we don't yet have a clue as to how fast the Sa'arm multiply. All we know for sure is that there are at least billions of them on every world that they've infested.I do think that I would worry a great deal if you decide to pursue a combat specialty. We have lost fleets and MEF's (Marine Expeditionary Forces) in the.