She muses about why she touched him, but struggles to find an answer, other than: “I am slut then” she mutters, peeking back up Liam with a grin o... her lips. She cups her hand against his bulge, and pinches her fingers around it. Even underneath the fabric, she feels the warmth of his rigid cock. Ellie strokes the material vertically along his curve before fumbling her thumb to his zipper and drawing it down. With a quick flick she undoes his trouser button, slings her fingers underneath his. ...Chris was at a friend's house, named Jay, helping him with some remodeling carpentry. Jay left to make a beer run and to grab some food.... Chris imagined when he got back....'I got some HOLY FUCK!' Jay groaned. Chris was totally naked except for his toolbelt, up on a ladder nailing furring strips to the ceiling for a new block ceiling install. He had on his headset radio grooving to some hot tunes and his cock was almost stiff. Jay quietly eased up the ladder and engulfed Chris' cock. The site had a few armed guards that patrolled the site. This part of Nicaragua was supposed to be safe from the remaining ardent Sandinistas or Ortega's vigilantes. Our guards were from out of the country and neutral to any of the local causes. Each carried a weapon, and just the sight of the rifles made me wonder about just exactly what the threat was."My God, James, how do you have the stamina to keep doing that to me. Fuck! I've never had so many orgasms in my life as when you're fucking. ”I grimaced before responding. “Sir, I am now informed that while the transmitter case is still no further forward, the name Brighton turned up in another context. It seems that the garage that provides the cars, and also services them, is officially recorded as being owned by a Walter and Frederick Brighton. Does that mean anything to you, sir?”“By God it does! These are the names of our two sons. I never knew about this. What the hell is going on?”“I could not say, sir. It may be mere.