Your throat is the first one that ever touched the flange of my cock and the first one that gave me the intense experience of squeezing into the moist...tightness of a female throat as I was forced to surrender my load.And just below your lips is your chin. It also holds the distinction of being the first chin to feel my balls strike it as my shaft so easily and quickly disappeared into your welcoming mouth.Speaking of lips, do you recall the feeling of my lips on your skin as they followed the. She squirmed to reposition herself straddling me, holding my face in her soft hands. I broke free from her lips, to kiss her neck while she moaned and began to grind her hips against me. A soft ‘ahem’ sent the two of us scrambling to compose ourselves; behind us Stephanie and Elle had been watching waiting for the proper moment to reveal their presence. The girls all had a good laugh as I stoked the small fire back to life in order to cook my meal. As darkness settled I was finally able to eat,. So far, only one of these had been intercepted. The others are reporting now, fairly regularly. They signal in the early morning or late afternoon, then move on before the Zarthani can respond."He pointed to a line on the map that started at the Mud River, far to the west. "This is the Zarthani road. They must have been working on it over the winter. They have bridged a number of sandy washes. Clever bridges. They don't bridge water; they bridge the sand, so that wagons can be drawn across. She kissed me hard and deep. I moved to hold her head in my hands, but she pushed them away. She slid down my body, her hands following her lips, and in seconds her fingers were at the waist of my jeans. She didn't just open my belt, but she pulled it out of the loops with a fast, fluid motion and flung it across the room.There was music here too, deep pounding music. Another quick pull popped open the button fly of my jeans; she tugged them down my legs. I lifted my legs with her prodding, and.