I looked back to his lap and he was already pushing his jeans, and underwear, down. His cock, surrounded by a well-trimmed forest of dark hair, sprang...up."Go ahead, David. I know you want to. I know you're a fag and enjoy sucking dick. Go ahead and suck mine." I didn't like the word "fag,” but he was right. I enjoyed a hard cock in my mouth as any fag, and I wanted to suck his right then and there. It had become obvious that this was the reason he had asked me up to his room. Fine by me. I'd. The level of detail she has gone into doesn’t feel natural. It is an obvious effort to break through the silence between them and make the atmosphere more casual. To a point, she has succeeded, but there is still some way to go before either of them will feel comfortable.“So,” she begins a moment later, after swallowing a mouthful. “Where are you off to tomorrow?”“I don’t know,” he replies. Rachele nods. “I think maybe I’ll head south.”“Not heading anywhere in particular?” she asks.“Not. The military wouldn't need to track me continuously. Over the course of several of my flights, they'd be able to get data from whenever I flew over any of their radars. Eventually they have enough data to take some guesses about where I was coming from. They could move several mobile stations into the state, and then into the general area, and then into our backyard.Very worried, I kept reading. The next snippet I read was a comment about identifying bird species. There are radars that use the. My loins keep contracting rhythmically and yet more cum drains from my balls and dribbles into the puddle on her tummy. At last I’ve emptied myself completely. Talia’s upper body is streaked with ribbons of thick, white spunk. Rivulets of semen drip off her tits and flow down her torso to her cum-swamped tummy. I release my hand from my cock and lean forward above Talia’s body and kiss her sweetly yet passionately on the lips. My deflating penis dangles over her inundated tummy and the head.