"Target", reported EW, "one one zero, zero four zero, one point five mega clicks, unidentified intermittent. Can't really get a lock on them Sir".Denn... responded,"Designate target as A",Target A appears to be tracking three zero zero degrees two hundred and fifty gravities.Two hours passed."Target A has firmed up at one mega click. Tentatively identified as "Washton" plus three merchantmen." Target one four zero, zero four zero, one point two mega click, tracking zero one zero, four hundred. From my perspective, he was obviously enjoying this position as much as I was. He had to stop and withdraw a couple of times, apparently because he was getting too close. I took advantage of these interruptions to catch my breath. Based on his premature need to pause, I sensed that he was either a fast cummer, or had not had this in a long time. As much as I enjoy taking a hot cumload into my mouth, my anal cravings often prevail, assuming my partner seems reasonably safe. So, the next time he. Brett nodded his head towards another table where two girls sat watching a couple of their other friends dancing. "See the brunette?" he asked."Yeah?" Go ask her to dance," he said."What?"Once again Brett sat silently just looking at her. He never said twice to her what he knew she had heard the first time, even if she always tended to ask him again. She glanced back towards the brunette. She really was attractive."Just ask her to dance, if she says no ... she says no. No big deal," Brett told. But now he wasbackwards. His tail was right in front of me, and his snout waspointing back out at the guests. I thought maybe from this angle, Icould manage an escape, but even backwards, Bowser matched me move formove, and I ended up just working his tail back inside the skirt. Itried to bend down and grab his tail out, but I couldn't get a grip.It wasn't until I stood back up that I realized my bigger problem.Bowser's tail was now whapping directly into my crotch. And I couldn'tfeel a.