I just slurped sucked more vigorously, letting his dick slip right out, then sucking it back in again, as if he was fucking my mouth. Saliva was dripp...ng out of my mouth and running down his shaft. My sun-dress was still bunched around my waist, and Harry slid his hands down my back and pushed it further down, so it slipped off the curve of my bum. Then he put both hands down inside my panties and began kneading my firm little bum cheeks. I could feel myself starting to get really wet. Then I. .. all the things their new found and oh so kinky passions demanded. The slovenly man behind the counter leered at her while he rang everything up. It was all Edith could do to keep the bile down. The sight of the credit card sliding through the reader made her quiver; it reminded her of Lily's tongue flitting along her slit. It also meant all these things were hers now. She teased herself the entire drive back thinking about what the others were doing right now and what they would do when she. Captain Baylor, our squadron commander, was a micro-manager who liked to do everything by the book. He was someone who had been promoted more for his ass-kissing skills and his connections than his leadership abilities. Colonel Rigger, who was in charge of the whole anti-drug operation, was an up-and-comer pushing for General. He believed in double-covering every possible base and triple-guarding every possible end zone. These factors, unfortunately, are common in the military — in civilian. ‘You’re gorgeous, my cyberpunk queen,’ he said. He had to bend his head back and she brought her’s down to kiss him. And so, they were off to the convention. They wandered around, looking through booths, chatting it up with other goers, and Coco got her picture taken with several of the more lonely (or ronery, depending on otaku-level) guys (and a girl or two). Several t-shirt kiosks attracted Ben’s attention. When he was lounging around not dressed as a pseudo-puritan, he tended to wear.