On the screen, a girl was kneeling on a couch, bending over the back of it, while two guys on either side of her, licked and stroked her pussy and ass...ole. I put my arm around Chase and gave her what I thought would be a quick kiss. Instead, she pulled me to her and passionately pushed her lips into mine, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. While we locked lips, I let me hand roam to her chest and rub her breast through the material. As our kiss finally broke, her breath came in spurts. This. "We have 7 cases extra back in the supply vehicle sir. Give me a minute, and I will get it for them. We might want to refuel here though sir." The Sgt added. (All NCO's in the military are known as Sgt. Unless they are being addressed by specific rank.)Sgt. Ballerton was back soon with three cases of MREs and gave them to the grateful police. Refueling was commencing with no problem."Say, could you spare a few gallons of diesel? We have not had a resupply in some time now, and our generator is. But you. If you were in California this afternoon you might just get lucky.(Maq says: I'd never considered it might really happen until the moment I read that. After all, she was Jill Lane. The real Jill Lane. Impossible.)(Jill says: If he'd been there, I'd of done him.)(Maq edit: On with the email)Maq, reading your letter I get the feeling that you are still a little uncomfortable with writing this stuff to me. What more do I have to do? I just told you that the thought of your tongue licking. How she looks up at me, with her fingers wrapped around my rigid cock, the head between her warm lips, her slippery tongue playfully exploring every part, the lust in her eyes, just for me.I love how she wants to explore every aspect of her sexuality. She surprised me when she stopped licking and reached over for the lube, dripping it along the head of my cock and slowly working it along my shaft. How wonderful that felt, and how I trembled in anticipation wondering what she had in mind.But now.