While it was occasionally enjoyable with the right set of partners, almost invariably there would be some tensions or previously hidden jealousies tha... either could or definitely would make the evening unpleasant. So we usually picked someone out and as long as the other didn't gag at the sight of the chosen one we moved in for the kill.You would be surprised at how easy it usually was. Either we had an instinctive feel for the type of person who would say yes or we were just phenomenally. Army Aviation…Above the Best! This is romance, not stroke. ‘No, no, no! You’re over-crosschecking, Lieutenant! You’re over-controlling! I’ve got the aircraft.’ ‘You have the aircraft.’ ‘I have the aircraft.’ I’m getting too fucking old for this shit! What the hell am I doing here? Oh, yeah, that’s right, I’m back in the fucking Army—have been for five years. I’m a relatively junior major commanding an aviation company. I’m thirty-four—almost thirty-five. I can retire in a little over three. She pushed him backward on the bed and straddled his legs, her breasts close to his erect shaft. She brushed her nipples over the head of his penis, then pressed him between her breasts and moved them up and down. She heard him make that low animal growl that she loved, and she smiled. She moved down and lay over his legs. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and she started to stroke him firmly as she licked the head of him. Her tongue swept over the opening of his shaft, removing the. As I tasted his cock and precum, I went into a lust I'd not known before. I massaged his cock with my mouth as he put his hand on my head, guiding me back and forth. I could hear him moaning, telling me how good it felt and not to stop. His precum made me want more and his cock filled my mouth causing me to gag a few times but I hid it well. He was slowly moving his hips fucking me in the mouth as I bobbed my head in rhythm with him As I bobbed my head back and forth, stroking him,.