"8 Peter 2 Actual," I answered."8 Peter 2, this is 8 Peter Sigma." That was our boss for this mission. "What took so long?" Well, Sigma, between the h...ammerhead, the unconscious man, and checking out all five of the supports, we just decided to take a leisurely swim. Which way we swimming to get out?" 8 Peter 2, you weren't supposed to check out all the supports."Fucking REMF Intel officer screwed up the brief."Sigma, the mission brief didn't say there was only one bomb. I say again, we have an. .”This was humiliating. His hand was on the back of her head now. Fingers running through her hair. The sound of the elastic band from his underwear.“are you sure?“I just said so!” She almost yelled. Then, finally. His cock against her partly open mouth. Heavy sighing, as she began to lick the head, as the hand behind her head began to feel firmer.“Just...a blow-job?”She shook her head, then swallowed his prick. Both his hands on her head now. He was getting better. Just a little. But still way. I stood up, dropped my pants to the ground, ripped of my t-shirt, and sat down with my fully erect cock now standing up into the air. Precum was streaming down my cock.Hank looked at me, smiled and then with his one finger, pulled my wife's panty to the side. The sight was amazing. Her clitoris was huge. Her lips so wet it looked as if a tap was pouring water onto her pussy. Hank touched her clitoris, and the next moment my wife's hips start quivering, her legs opened wide, she opened her eyes,. Rick sat next to Tracy who curled up against his body. Lightly sucking his still thick cock that was now long enough to hang over the side of his leg."Rick, I want you to meet Sheila." Jon brought the other silent woman over to Rick. "Sheila is a transsexual, but not in the terms you may know."She was a brunette with tanned skin. She was dressed in a dark body suit that appeared to have a dark animal print on it. She had shoulder length dark hair. Silver eyes accented her tanned complexion. Her.