“I’ve met with Navy Intel over there already.” “The goddamn Navy – Kings Bay, shit!” Mason cleared his throat, still looking away while b...owsing the room. “I hate fucking submarines, they wouldn’t bring us down here unless they’re sending us out on a fuckin’ submarine.” “I don’t mind submarines,” Eva smiled. “No, you would love being in one – all those sweaty men in a confined space.” “I’ve had some of my best fucks on submarines.” Eva inhaled deeply on her cigarette before turning her head. He was rubbing his crotch through his pants, and it really excited me to know that this guy was hard because he could see my naked wife sucking me off. Aimee continued to suck me off, then she finally stood up, motioned for me to stand up, then she pulled of my t-shirt and relieved me of my jeans and underwear. We were now both naked, and I leaned in and started kissing her, my arms wrapped around her, my hands roaming freely over her body. I grabbed her ass, rubbed her tits, rubbed her wet. After fifteen minutes, Nollie threw her notebook across the room and said, "Fuck this! If I don't know it now, I'll never know it!"I dropped my notebook on the floor and said, "Me too. There isn't anything else we can do."She smiled her quirky little smile and said, "Oh yeah there is!" She stood and started stripping out of her jeans, then wiggled out of her shirt. Her bra fell off, and she stepped out of her panties. She rubbed her belly and advanced on me with a devilish grin and said, "I'm. A loud groan. Ellen pushed into his grabbing, so uninhibited that her moulded tits made her feel sluttish. She trembled with arousal, trying to catch her breath, with every slamming penetration, with every knead into her glowing tits cutting it off again. Deep inside her, the throbbing swelling became even harder. Ellen gyrated her hips, pressing her clit against his thrusting pubic bone. His hotness was heavenly unbearable. Horniness mounted into stinging urges to lust for each other. – “Hmm,.