Max gave Stacy's erect clit a few laps with his tongue, pulled away, and stood up."I'll get around to some more of that a little later, baby. Right no... I want to fuck that sweet cunt."Max mashed his mouth to Stacy's, and she returned the passionate, tongue-probing kiss. She felt his rigid prick poking into her belly. She slipped one hand down and began caressing the hard, smooth flesh and muscle. He broke the feverish kiss and told her he'd fuck her while standing up.She wanted to suck his. He pulled the cheeks of my soft brown sugar bunsapart as far as he could get them and sank his tongueinto me as far as it would go. Hold back… hold back…I had to keep telling myself that over and over again. Iwas all set to pop a cork — what with a tongue in mysnatch and another shoved up my chocolate butt — but Iwas greedy. I wanted to savor every single moment of theexperience and not miss a thing. “Yes!” I sobbed. “Oh, yes! Do it to me. Do it. At around half past four, we were so tightly packed that the shoulder of this aunt was pressing onto me. I turned around with my back resting on the aisle seat side railings with aunt right in front of me. After a few minutes, I started to feel a hand just brushing over the zip of my pant, which I ignored initially because of the circumstances.After some time, I was shocked because aunt was touching or more like feeling my penis with the back of her hand, which just woke it from its slumber. She sent back: "I'm supposed to cover border crossings. Zack is covering the port and HE's got the airport. This is a cluster."He answered: "Yeah. Like a needle in a mountain of needles."Two days later, El sent out a recall. "We got word he'll be in the San Diego airport, with his daughter, in five days' time. Form up in the local HQ as soon as you arrive." The 'local HQ' was the exercise room of the small building they rented.The next day, when Joe and Oscar showed up, they went straight to.