He came in and saw me naked and saw courier guys. Courier guy told him how good I sucked his dick and all. The courier guys leave and maintenance guy ...looked at me in lust. I was super horny and my pussy was so wet. His name was Craig. He was African American. He took his cloths off and started pressing my boobs and slapping me on my butt. He told me to suck him, I started sucking him and he started playing with my boobs. Than he sat down on my sofa and I was sucking him. My phone rang and I. Over and over the crop slid along her slit until the end was slick with her sweet juice.She begged, again and again, to be released from this torment. Her passionate pleading went unanswered as I gently slapped the crop against every inch of her sweat covered body. When she began trembling, I mounted my nimble pony hard and pulled back on her flowing mane as she bucked wildly against me. Instantly aroused even more than before, she pushed back hard against me and impaled herself on me. The crop. He had deliberately worn Y-fronts with this intent. His mother was unaware that her son was sliding his uncovered cock up and down her silken sheathed thigh. He looked down and saw the little silver trail of pre-seminal fluid on his mother’s gossamer thin pantyhose.David was totally inflamed with lust; the feeling of his engorged member on his mother’s nylon-clad thigh was exceedingly more arousing than the feelings he had experienced when she had wanked him. His cock was actually touching her. With the excitement temporarily over, the adrenaline coursingthrough my veins was starting to give me the jitters. I put my rifle onsafe and went to comply with the Sergeant?s orders.The echoes of gunfire were still playing in my ears as I headed slowlyacross the compound to my bedroll and ruck. I was a little queasy fromthe thought that I might have killed someone, and my legs felt likejelly. Some of the other guys were whooping and hollering as they ranpast.I got knocked off my feet, pushed.