Just flopping down on the deck had made her bounce nearly a foot into the air. “Find anything else?” “Looks like we were hit by some sort of de...ris storm…sort of shotgunned us…multiple impacts and penetrations all over the ship…and there was a fire on the upper decks including the bridge.” “A fire…how the fuck was there a fire?” “It depends…if the debris was hot…when it passed through us, it could have ignited the oxygen inside the ship…would have been a sort of flash-fire, but it could have. I stood up and began kissing him. Our tongues playing inside each others' mouths. He grabbed the end of my shirt and began to lift it off my own body. I had some what decent pecs and an okay six pack, nothing to brag about. He began to feel around my body and then he bent over and removed my shorts. All I had left was my compression shorts and you could see my semi erect cock and a large cum stain where the head was. He started to suck my head though my shorts and it felt so good. He finally. I couldn’t leave the photos or my pussy alone for most of the weekend. I had no idea people did the sort of things that were in these photos and as I reflected I couldn’t believe that the friendly mature couple that owned and ran the restaurant where I use to work were kinky beyond belief. I won’t go through what I saw in each photo set but I will recount the most memorable. Subject 2 was a platinum blonde woman probably in her mid 30s and in her first photo she was immaculately dressed in a. The cheeky bugger was taking photos of me in my bedraggled, well fucked state. "Just a little something to remember you by." He chuckled as he gave my tits one last shake before going back to his mates. My head was spinning as I tried to quickly fish my g-string out of my tights. I finally untangled them and drunkenly pulled them up; but they were twisted and the gusset was soon inside my sticky labia as I pulled my fishnet tights up as high as possible. My fingers were soon covered in the.