The repeated, painfully annoying sound was one of the only things that could pry her out of bed from the deep sleep she'd been experiencing, and wishe... beyond anything else she could still enjoy.Miranda waited for several moments, her not yet fully conscious mind forging a shortly lived dream around the sound where she was eating breakfast and her cereal kept making strange ringing noises. At last, however, Miranda remembered where she was, and realized the origin of the sound."Cursed thing,". ‘Are you just going to look at them?’ Gary jumped over to her and took two large handfuls. ‘Have you fucked George as well?’ Gary took both of Jan’s nipples between fingers and thumbs and pulled on them. ‘When did you do that with him?’ ‘When he helped me to move into my new flat. I wanted to thank him and with the relief of being free from my fucking husband it just seemed to be the right thing to do. Ohhhh yessss Gary, bite them, lick them, spit on them, smack them!’ Gary worked at Jan’s tits. "Breed her man, fucking breed her!" Jerome said.I felt like someone had shoved a super-soaker water gun up my ass and emptied the tank. The amount of cum that shot out of Phils penis was Godly, it hit the walls of my insides and it felt like being flicked with a finger, hard. Many times. He pulsated, swelled and gasped, eachtime a jet of sweet man-nectar fired into my ass. Phil lowered to his knees, but didn't pull out. His dick was still twitching and still too big to come out without him. But it was his uniform, his strict military bearing, that drew the most of her attention. Another damn soldier, ran through her mind. Does he think, or is it beaten out of all of them during their training?Lovely man, though, her thought continued idly. Wish I'd met him in another context.Still she delayed as her eyes wandered about the room, taking in its minimal accouterments and Spartan tidiness. She returned her eyes to Igwanda himself, who sat stiffly across the table that divided.