She rolled onto her back and her eyes opened wide to see her little sister stuck half way onto Bobby’s cock. With a wry smile she decided to coach S...s. Sis wanted no part of it; she waned to do this by herself. Carla really couldn’t take much more. With the booze and the sexual workout she was ready to pass out. She stumbled off to bed.Bobby was enjoying his lower half massage immensely. Corrine moved her body forward so her clit could get some massage work from Bobby’s rock hard but soft and. As I bring it closer, the scent of cum fills my nostrils and I press the thong against my mouth."Mmm, mmm." I moan out as I breathe in deeply, taking in the delicious aroma and lick the cocktail from my thong which Bruce and I made just minutes before.Looking at the mirror, I toss the thong to the side, I slip two fingers into my honey pot and twist them around as I fuck myself. My free hand kneads my tits and fingers manipulate the supple flesh."Oh shit, I'm cumming!"My body convulses as the. Each marine had an unloaded pup hung on the saddle. A bandolier of bolts hung on their backs along with a small round shield. The men all wore leather armor, which the marines seemed to favor.The marine sergeant took me aside and said, "We didn't expect any trouble from the port guard this trip. Hajin and the training company are waiting for us outside the city."His comment took me by surprise, "The whole company?" The large ebony man smiled, "Training exercise, sir."My paranoid mind wondered. Was it because you didn't trust the cell in the farmhouse or because you had no confidence in the planning coming from Headquarters?"Honey was tempted just to answer with a simple "Yes!" to bedevil Sir Henry with the fact he was breaking protocol by posing a dual question that indicated poor interrogation skills. She decided just to answer generically and not tempt fate by rubbing his fur the wrong way."It was a little bit of both, Sir Henry. I didn't trust the people in the farmhouse because.