I would love to suck on one cock while the other guy sucks on my cock. I would love to lay one of them down on his back and crawl across his hard body... Licking his nipples, licking his abs, moving down his body until his cock was again between my lips. I would love for the other guy to stand behind me and jerk my cock, pull on my balls, slide his hands across my hips, spread my ass cheeks wide, rub his fingers around my asshole. I fantasize about him getting down on his knees and sliding his. Diesel won't explode like gasoline will. It's good to remember the fumes with diesel ... even if you don't run gas. Someday you might have a boat with a gas engine.Then I fired up the diesel and kept the exhaust fans going. When the gauges were in the GREEN I let in the clutch and picked a gear, and let out the clutch. We were moving.The Unterseeboote, after insuring by visual contact, that we were actually moving, led the way. We were going to Germany whether we wanted to or not.Once under way. I want her to eat me out." I smiled at him. We were all fucking crazy.This had to be the end finally. Dad saw what Mom had become. She was a total junkie and we had to wait while she talked to some guy sitting in a car and then she led us to a cheap hotel. Dad had to pay ten bucks for a room and we had an hour before checkout time or it was gonna be another ten.It didn't even have a bathroom, just a bed and four walls and a naked yellow light bulb hanging from the stained ceiling. It was pretty. Matt’s jaw was set, and the faint stubble along it made him seem somehow more commanding, seasoned… in-charge. His own chest was damp with a film of sweat, and as he moved, she could feel a hard bulge against her hip. ‘Let’s get you out of these,’ he said, and pulled her to stand beside him. As he lay bare her sweet, soft flesh, they both gasped. Matt in the sheer jaw-dropping beauty of the lissome, satin form hid beneath the harsh, rough shirt, Clara in enjoyment of the gust of air that.