Lying together after the most vigorous fuck in a while, she started the conversation, “As I was thinking about our current issue, I was reminded abo...t something my grandfather once told me. He was a World War Two submariner. Those boats were so cramped that there were only enough berths for one-third of the crew so three men took turns sleeping in each one. It was called ‘hot bunking’ because it was already warm when you got in for your turn.“With the three of you working the rotation there. Luckily, he could see the flows of magic. This granted him the ability to take a rune that was so poorly made it barely worked and turn it into something functional. It also made even this sad excuse for a grimoire a valuable resource when searching for the missing components of the flight rune.Unfortunately, that particular book, as well as the next, failed to offer up anything new. Most of the literature currently on the shelves was like this. For many, this was the first time they ever sat. I swallowed hard and looked up at him. He laughed and said I could go ahead if I liked what I was seeing…So I reached out and pulled down his shorts, making that huge impressive black dick flop out.It was really huge, almost eleven inches long and very, very thick.My heart was racing faster and faster, as I was staring at that magnificent piece of dark meat.I got down on my knees before I grabbed his dick and put it in my mouth.I heard the black man smile. Then I grabbed the base of his hard. "Look what you've done now." Mark said. "And this time it wasn't all my fault."Marni realized he was right. They had been kissing for at least five minutes or so. She had led him on. "What do you want me to do? I can't give you a blow job here or pull your cock out and whack it and you don't want me making you cum in your pants. Everyone will notice." So, you want to give me a blow job?" Mark asked.This took Marni aback. Did she say that? What had she said? She couldn't even remember. She was.