Stephanie's head is thrown back in pleasure, "Ohhhh yeahhhhhh.", she moans. She kisses him, then runs her hand down to Scott's crotch. She feels his b...alls and rubs his hard shaft. While he plays with her boobs she unbuttons his pants and zips them down. She pushes his pants down, and then his underwear. Scott pulls Stephanie into him, her big tits pressed hard against his chest. He runs his hands across her soft back and her wonderful ass. She smiles at him and he smiles back, their foreheads. Lost in desire, we continue our dance of hands and lips, of teeth and nails, our tongues intertwined pleasing each other. The fur from the bearskin rug makes for a soft and warm place for our interlude. It’s warm from the heat of the fire and warmer still from the heat of our bodies. I slide mine between your legs. Kissing your lips and chin, your neck and shoulders, licking and sucking each breast. You can feel your own fire burning deep within your loins, your body telling you that you want,. .." Coach got on the bed and spread my legs even further and scooped me and drilled his huge cock inside my wet tight pussy. He rammed it in, in one shot and kept pulling it out and pushing it in. That always gave me immense pleasure. He kept doing that while Mark just stood there shagging his cock. He then got me on all floors and slid under me and rammed his cock back into my pussy. Mark climbed the bed and slowly began to work his cock into my ass.. he was half way in and them thrusted it. ’ ‘So you are not so far behind the new generation, at least in attitude. And, you have something the new agents will not have for decades. Trust me, Lev, this is a truth.” “Oleg, you have set me up with a riddle so I must ask. What do I have that they will not have for decades, besides grey hair and a pension?” “Memory.” “Ah, a trait in short supply when I was a young operative.” “That is the tragedy of our country and our service. The men with memory were killed. Your generation had no, what.