We kissed and our tongues danced and played together. I grasped the beads and moved them backwards and forwards across the nipples. When the movie w...as over I then told her what else would happen. I told her that in a moment we would put on some music. She would strip down to her stockings and shoes and then should stand in front of me and I was going to insert my thumb into pussy. And then she was to go to the bed and since she wore the strings of beads she knew what was going to happen with. Now turn over on your knees again, Dylan ordered. Still feeling the tugs of her orgasm she obeyed and raised her glowing arse for his taking. Dylan felt his cock was going to explode. He was harder than he had ever been before and he had this beautiful woman offering her virgin arse in front of him. He positioned himself roughly between her legs. He couldnt control himself anymore. He was barely able to coat his cock with her pussy juice before he tore into her stunned arse. He only stopped. .. until I wanted more.” She squeezed his manhood. “Looks like you want more, too.”“I can never get enough of you, Nichelle. I’m afraid it may be a bit soon for me for a second go.”“A chance I’m willing to take.” She climbed on top of him and positioned herself so her left breast was over his lips. Kit drew her nipple into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. With his left hand he fondled her other breast and with his right he caressed her back and buttock. Nichelle pressed her mons. George got a medal too for what happened, and he put it on the old fire place mantel. He said that it reminded him of what he'd almost lost in Iraq." It should," Dar said. "That's part of what a medal is. A reminder and a notice to others that you did something stupid and survived. Most people who earn them did something that a normal person wouldn't even think about doing. But to a soldier, that also means that you did something worthy of respect." I can't take this, Dar. It's yours and you.