She was cleaning a cock that had seconds before been rammed up her ass. Lindsey enjoyed the musky taste of the cock and cleaned every inch. "Time for ...nother performance Ronny," Lindsey said with the evilest little grin Ron had ever seen. This was too much for Ron. He could not suck cum from his wife's ass. It was just disgusting and wrong. But here he was again climbing onto the bed where the night before he had wished his wife would be more adventurous. Lindsey got on all fours and put her. He started by putting his hand on her waist, and he touched her bare middle where the top didn't cover. She didn't object, so he left it there. Then, slowly, he started moving his hand up until it was touching the bottom of her breast. He couldn't believe how thrilling this was."You can touch it," Angie said, breathing hard. She looked down at his hand.Very carefully, he closed it around her breast. It was soft and yielding. He squeezed gently.Angie moaned and closed her eyes. Ethan's mouth was. Just relax," she said.Grace walked around her room lighting candles. The glow cast off bytheir flickering light gave the room an ethereal cast. Grace sat next tome on her bed and rubbed my thighs. Her touch was like electricity. Mycock twitched, but couldn't budge. She rubbed me right there, her longnails grazing me, tantalizing me, causing me to throb, desperate forrelease.Grace smiled as she watched me react to her touch. "You like that?Don't you Sissy?" Mmmm," I moaned, now putty in. "The general said he wants a work party of fifty locals to unload stores on the docks; we get him fifty locals. If you have to send patrols out into the hills, they have to be holing up somewhere. Find them." Yes, Sergeant," they all answered listlessly, sketched something that could be taken as a salute and shuffled off."What the hell do you want?" The sergeant grumped as he turned to Shasta."Sir," she said lowering her eyes, "we are running out of food in the kitchen. Where do we go to.