Pleasured her.“Oh, yes! Fuck me! God, your cock feels so good! It's getting bigger! I want you to fill me! Fill me completely! I want to feel ...our cum gush inside me! Oh please! Please!” The normally quiet Patricia was shocked at herself. But she couldn't stop herself. She wanted him, she wanted to do everything for him, to please him more than anyone else could. “Please, fuck me harder! I want your cum! Ooooh! Your cock! It's getting thicker! Harder! Oh god-oh. I had come home from work, gotten out of my work clothes and I was sitting in the kitchen in my jockeys leafing through the morning paper when Heather's sister Hazel walked into the kitchen stifling a yawn. Apparently she hadn't expected me to be there because all she had on was one of Heather's see-through nighties that just barely came down to her waist. She didn't notice me sitting there as she walked to the sink to get a glass of water. Then she turned and raised her arms over her head and. “You don’t have one to hide?” Bibi asked me from behind. “I put them in my suitcase,” I whispered back. “I looked this up beforehand and read that they would confiscate them. Liquids too.” She sighed. “Smart, little miss know-it-all,” she said. I shrugged. “I thought everybody knew that,” I said. “Fuck, I didn’t want some sleazebag to go through my suitcase and slobber touch all my stuff,” she said, sighing again.I looked past her to Stefania. “Do you have the same problem?” I asked. She shook. Only big dirty sweaty smelly men. Rob had naked pictures of his wife. Other men used to jack off to them when Rob wasn’t there beating his meat. I saw one of the letter’s his wife sent him, with more nudes and I got really jealous when she called him Daddy. Luckily, a big storm came in a day after and we were told mail could be backed up for weeks.During those couple weeks, it seemed that Rob didn’t care about his wife’s nudes at all anymore. When he wasn’t fighting the war, he finally got his.