As I took off my pants he laid a blanket on the floor in front of a conformable recliner. A porno was playing on a wall mounted flat screen. he said...he loved slow and sloppy blow jobs. As he fingered my cock he told me I have a nice one and he also loves shaved ones. He then open his robe and started masturbating leaning over to a end table he grabbed a large bottle of Rush and a bottle of water, and offered them to me. I took a stiff hit, and lay'd back to enjoy the dirty feeling. he did. I am as ashamed of myself today as I was that day, but there was something in me crying out for you and I wanted to know why I couldn’t reach you. I stood in the rain across the road from you, and I witnessed every moment you had with her.’ The look of horror on Peter’s face was all the confirmation that I needed to see he could understand all the pain that I had been going through. This was my moment. The courage, the rage, the fear, the sadness, all the horrible little moments I had inflicted. His member springs up, level with your aching nipples. He flicks them, causing a shot of electricity to bounce around your nether region. As his hands and mouth brush across your body, you swoon. He catches you, and raises you up, placing your legs on his shoulders. You roll forwards onto his tongue, as it jolts forth towards your awaiting pussy. His hands hold your hips firm, but you flail wildly as his tongue shoots inside your lips, curling onto your g-spot and pressing down with incredible. Sergeant Cook reached the steel shuttered window of the armory a few paces ahead of Angie. Both the armory officer and the sergeant were watching as Angie bounced up to the armory. Sergeant Cook shook his head in disregard. It wasn't that he didn't like big bouncing boobies, he just believed that everything had it's time and place, this was not either. The armory officer just stood and stared, his mouth wide open. "You'd better close that before something flies out. We're here to get this.