“Can you keep an eye on Janie for me while I pop next door and make the peace?” she asked as I sipped on my coffee and I was fine with that, “No... rush” she said, “She is downstairs watching TV”I finished my coffee and slipped on my tatty old boxers and headed downstairs to find Janie sitting on the floor in front of the sofa cross-legged watching the TV, “Good Morning Sir” she said with a smile as I sat down in my chair having the most perfect view of her lose knickers around her crotch, Janie. On his enemy forces screen — which was constantly updated by encrypted satellite transmissions sent out from MPG headquarters in New Pittsburgh, he could see that the main thrust of the marine's forces were gathered just beyond the Red Line. That would soon change."What now?" Belinda asked, unstrapping her restraints and opening the hatch above her head."Now," Zen said, "we maintain strict radio silence except for inter-tank communications, and... we wait." That is what we do best," Xenia. As he ran over her clit she screamed and arched her back toward his tongue. Panting she laid back down and he let go of her hands to open her lips all the way. Lapping at the shinny sweet folds, carefully avoiding her clit. Squirming beneath him trying to reposition him to her clit was useless, he knew what he was doing. Finally giving her realise he whispered "now" as he gently at first then more aggressively ran his tongue over her throbbing clit. She screamed at the top of her lungs his. She put her hands back on his shoulders, her hair falling over his face. She looked under herself to see, her head bumping his, likewise enjoying the same perspective. She grunted and moaned at the pleasure of stuffing him inside. ‘Can I cuss please?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Fucking hell Philip. Look at my pussy swallow your… Fuck that is so hot.’ ‘Ugghh yes. That’s enough.’ ‘What?’ She thought he wanted her to stop moving, so she did. ‘Why did you…?’ ‘You told me to.’ ‘No, I meant stop cussing. Keep fucking.