It had gotten huge, bigger than my forearm, and there seemed to be even more hidden inside, as I was struggling to fit his shaft using only one hand, ...I started to use both, I would move them up and down the shaft, pressing it all along the way, Rocky was breathing heavily and then started to arc his back, pushing with his hips against my hands.At that moment I just stopped moving them, instead taking care to remain in place against his vigorous thrusts, he was increasingly using more force and. Except her "Master". What would He make of this? Patti suddenly realized that she was eager to share the experience with Him. She checked her appearance as best she could, straightening her hair with her fingers, then noticed the bobby pins still scattered on the rug and knelt to pick them up before heading for the exit.There were a few more people in the front of the library now. The ladies who had been there earlier were gone, apparently, although the scholarly-looking man was still sitting. All she had on were her sneakers. I looked at her shaved pussy and watched her tits jiggle slightly with each step. With one hand I reached into my jeans to straighten out my swelling cock. This was one of the wildest things we’d ever done and I was as hot as hell.She made her way toward me until she got to the small dead tree that blocked the path. Its bark had fallen off long ago and it was as smooth as if someone had sanded it. She swung one leg over and paused, straddling it. Then leaning. I stopped, found a stick, placed my helmet on the stick and made sure to note the helmet’s direction on the stick. I slowly raised it up. It barely cleared the edge of the access point when a shot rang out and bounced my helmet off the stick! I caught the helmet and noticed what looked to be a nice 30 caliber hole in the helmet.I asked, “Has the sniper been taking out Marines in the windows?”George replied, “No, he only goes after the ones on the roof.”I smiled at George and said, “That’s what.