“Wow, very impressive,” the two women coo as one.“You can watch and talk to us Karen and I might let you touch and feel him,” Wendy smiled as ...he started to undress.First her silk blouse, with nothing underneath it apart from bullet like nipples. Then her heels, tight leather slacks, and tiny black g-string. “Do you like my g-string? Take it off with your teeth. Like my shaved pussy?“I used to be a model. A bit flat chested, but my long legs helped sell hundreds of products. How long since you. ”With bags in tow, they made their way out of the airport and to the car. Lisa was feeling good because she had overcome the urge to slap or even scream at her husband. God knows she wanted to. She didn’t even cringe when they first hugged. Nope. She was going to be smart about this and play things nice and slow.Even later, when her husband was grunting away on top of her, she kept it cool. Five minutes later, with her husband snoring loudly, she found herself staring up at the ceiling, feeling. She gave Ben her phone and told him to take some pictures of us together so should would have a souvenir of this evening. She lay on her back and I crawled up on her. She kissed me deeply and asked for us to go slow on this last round. I obeyed and slid in her pussy and used long, slow strokes with my cock to fuck her. We kept kissing and rubbing our breasts at the same time. Ben was snapping away with her camera taking pictures from all sorts of angles. I was amazed that I had this much. Most of the soldiers began running back into the relative darkness of the compound. A few soldiers, evidently roused by the commotion, came rushing to the open area from one of the buildings deeper in the compound, but the gunship... or gunships... drew a clear line across the ground in front of them with a mini Gatling and they stopped where they were. After the warning tape cycled once or twice, they too melted back into the darkness.Almost everyone on the big platform around the general’s.