Tom was fully excited, getting a BJ in a port a john at 01.00 in the middle of Afghanistan; pretty unreal. He started to fuck my mouth so I did not ha...ve to move my head back and forth. He reached out and held my head and moved his hips in a slow rhythmic motion seemly enjoying the moment. I kept my mouth more open, closed my lips to make a 'o' and used my tongue to tickle the head as it would glide past. Each time he would try to get a little more in and each time causing me to gag. I wanted to. I'll see you there." Oh God! Sweet Jesus yes! Fuck me, fuck me" reverberated off the motel room walls as Stu slammed his cock into me. I was on my knees with my breasts and big belly hanging down. I had already cum twice and Stu had me close to a third time when he groaned and filled me with his cream."No, no" I cried, "Don't stop, I'm almost there, don't stop."Stu quickly pulled out of me and went to work on my clit with his fingers until I had my orgasm. When I had settled down Stu wrapped. Roberto yanked free. He took his long fingernails and tried to tie theloose black lace into a little bowknot above his right hip. The bow sathigh on his hip next to a Bri nametag that looked more like a firstprize carnival ribbon. He snugged up the laces on the other side.Relax, he thought. Just wait and relax.Looking around, the cement of the garage and the florescent lightingoffered little comfort.Bruno waved a card over a radio frequency badge reader by an elevatorand pressed the up. Then someone knocked on our door, I ignored it but the knocking carried on. Throwing my pants on I came downstairs to see who it was. Donna wasn't far behind me. When we opened the door there stood a bible basher.I looked at Donna and she looked at me, remembering what had happened when the telephones were down, I invited him in. He was 29 years old, slim and about 6' tall, called Paul. We settled down in the lounge listening to the rubbish he was talking, when Donna went to make a cup of.