The only thing saving me from being thoroughly pissed off was Nikki's hand, which was stroking my dick through my pants. I wanted her to take it out a...nd jerk it, but I didn't want to interrupt her story."Anyway," she said, "the guys were poking all three of my holes pretty good. Stan was bucking up into my butt each time I dropped down on his pole, making sure I got his full ten inches. Old Joe had his hands under my ass, and he was slamming his prick into me and sweating up a storm. And Hank. She attributed it to the fact that he had already ejaculated at least four times already.Giselle decided it was time to stop playing around with Mobu’s penis, and let him penetrate and screw her again. So she again put a condom over his erection just by using her mouth, unrolling it and placing it over his huge black pole. Then he lay on his back as she mounted and rode him as she had done the previous times, enjoying the feel of his massive pole inside her willing hole, once again satisfied as. Finally, he took his chance and tilted her chin using his finger. She gave him a hesitant smile, and at the sight of her dimples, he was lost. He touched his lips to hers, gently at first. He gave her small, exploratory kisses, then he slid his tongue inside her mouth. She welcomed his assault, and soon they were kissing passionately, their tongues duelling, and breaths becoming shorter.Their hands were not idle, either. Sam's hands were lifting her tank top away from her body. Soon he was. The only weapons they wanted was in the hands of UN soldiers they controlled. They wanted a UN police force to replace state and local police in the United States and Europe to enforce new UN mandated laws. Local politics and local elections for sheriffs made your local police criminals in the eyes of the UN; they had to be appointed by the UN.The UN troops - made up of soldiers from third world countries - used in Africa and Kosovo had proven to be as corrupt as the worst war lord armies of.