I don't want you to stop." Mike?" my husband asked my son," How are you doing with your mom on your lap?" No problem dad, mom keeps moving around so o...ne position doesn't get uncomfortable. She raises up every once in while to relief the pressure." As my son was talking to his dad, he was sinking his fingers even deeper in my pussy. Mike was starting to move his fingers in and out of me. I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. I pressed my hand against his. I pushed his hand hard into my. His first command, and he had lost it in ignominy. Not even to another officer, his successor was a despised civilian! His career was ended before it had fairly begun. Even the honors Meiersdottir had promised him would await at the end of their journey would be hollow shams, he would still know the truth and others would, he was sure, suspect; what transpired had the hallmarks of pusillanimous civilian thinking, not the true valor of the fighting man. And the bitch still held the confession. Meghan kept reminding herself that even though she was normally modest and put-together, she could also be a sexy naughty student who went after what she wanted. In this case, it was her professor. She had a small crush on him, but emotions didn’t matter to her right now. She wanted to be wild and just focus on the physical parts of sex. She needed to be fucked, not fall in love.Time passed slowly as Meghan watched the clock. She didn’t pay attention to the two-hour lecture, instead she. “Okay.” Sam put down his pen and spun his chair to face them. He wore a t-shirt with a faded skull that said Ordering Pizza with Skeletor and some jeans. “Hi, Mrs. Stevens. How are you today?”“I’m...” Mallory searched for the word. “I’m good, Sam.”“Great.” Sam gave them a goofy smile. “What’s up?”“Well, Sammy,” Joyce said. “Mallory has a medical background, so I thought we could have her look at your condition.”“Oh.” Sam reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. “Okay.” He pulled off the jeans and.