.. OK!" He moved right in front of her, put his right arm around her lower back and his left arm around her shoulders and pressed her against him. He ...ent his head down and kissed her ... softly at first and then very passionately. Her body was molded against his; her large breasts were crushed against his chest. And the softness of her lips and tongue made it easy for him to look like he meant it ... especially when he felt himself getting hard. He raised his head slowly, staring at her face.. Otherwise, go and buy a fuck flick or dildo from out front. It might be fun to watch, but I can’t run a business having free faggot shows.’ As people began to leave, some were stopping by my wife to show them pictures or videos on their phones. My wife was giving out her phone number and telling everyone to send her a copy. I was still on my knees, wearing no pants or underwear. My face was covered in cum, and my anus was leaking cum, lube and ass juice. As my wife began talking to the store. Um ... flash-forward. I had been reading Roger Hilsman’s book, To Move a Nation, and he mentioned that he, working with the National Photointerpretation Center, developed the discipline of “crateology”, or the signatures of the way the Soviets would create specific equipment for shipping. This seemed like a technique that should have remained classified.“Anyway, on this day, maritime patrol aircraft started photographing oversize crates being carried as desk cargo on Soviet vessels. The initial. ’ His tone was slightly condescending but also affectionate in a way. Almost the way a coach would speak to his players. I continued to grind my ass into the twinks face and jerked my cock off fast. I could feel the twink’s twitching arm below me as he jerked his cock too. It was like a race to the finish. ‘Who’s gonna get messy tonight? Huh? Who’s gonna get messy?’ the hockey player taunted. It seemed like he was done participating and back to spectating. The twink started moaning into my ass.