Jan beats me to orgasm as she is almost shouting, “So fucking good, your tongue is magic, do it harder, harder, fuck my cunt with your tongue, fuck ...t,” before her whole body shakes and she has a series of noisy orgasms as she holds my hand tightly with her other hand pressing on her man’s head.She manages to move enough to tongue kiss me as my man’s tongue has me close to orgasm. “Is he good, my man was magic, fucking magic, how close are you?,” she asks as I return her kisses fighting back my. There was a letter waiting for him from the current ADC. As Anthony Collins had guessed, he was not wanted until the day before and he was to spend the night at Bulford Manor in the ADC's flat. That meant he had a fortnight's leave broken only by two more tailor's fittings. Serena was only at home at the weekends but she and Mark took every opportunity to enjoy each other's company.He told her about Deirdre and she screamed with laughter. "What a shrew!" she gasped at last. "Where am I going to. The sweet taste of her love juices made my shorts feel a lot smaller. Faster and faster until I could feel her inner thighs start to press against my head. Concentrating on her clit, I would gently press my tongue against it, then I would stop, not wanting her to come, at least not yet.I lifted my head up and Kristen said, "Why do you still have your clothes on?". She then quickly took off my shirt and rather viciously yanked my shorts off. I laid down on the bed next to her. She reached over. Even the Eendracht with her dismal sailing qualities would smell blood now, wouldn't she?She would. Looking aft, Anson could see how the Dutchman was under full sail, eager to catch up to the intended prey. The distance was down to a little over a sea mile."Cast off one sea anchor, Mr. Carling," Anson commanded. He needed to bait the Eendracht along at least past the De Balk channel from where Clyde would come to close the trap.Syren was making more speed now, but the Dutchman was still gaining.