Britney was so damn sexy, as she looked up at me, and bit her lower lip again like a naughty little girl. Her eyes drifted from mine, to my still hard...and projecting cock. After a momentary teasing pause, she spoke.“I think we should fuck,” she said with a playful grin. It was the most wonderful sound I had ever heard. “I need your cock in me.”“Let’s get in the backseat,” I said.Pulling my pants up quickly, I opened the back door of the limo and we both climbed in. Britney was still wearing the. The Lifers look for moonshots -- say, growing new organs from DNA. And the ultimate one, making death optional.This may sound sort of weird, but it isn’t. At least I don’t think it is. I like things neat and tidy. Like our double sink in the kitchen has a sprayer on the right side. Logical, most people are right handed. There’s a little rectangular space next to it where our KitchenAid dish brusher fits precisely. This isn’t by design, just a happy circumstance.Now if I indulged in five & dime. Since we would have been segregated by rank at thebases EM and NCO clubs, we went off base to a local gasthaus. Wedrank the excellent beer as German distilled products were virtuallyundrinkable to our refined palates. The next morning we loaded intothe C-5A for the jump to Riga, the capitol of Latvia. From Riga, wemade our way to the vicinity of a small Latvian village with anunpronounceable name. Our escorts, Missile Artillerymen from HQBattery of the 6th Missile Battalion of the 61st. Finally, she used all the strength she could gather and pulled and pulled on B’s head trying to get it out from between her open thighs.B was way over stimulated too, his cock needed release. The taste and smell of K pussy made him continue to work on her. She was addictive and he just wanted more and more of her juices. He wanted it now, no he needed it!She couldn’t take any more her clit was swollen and red and throbbing! But if felt so fucking good and at the same time hurt. His mouth was.