I thought nothing of it and, with no intended innuendo, said "Like most things in life, the more you do it, the easier it gets." -in retrospect, not t...he most virtuous arrangement of words- For the rest of the drive I tried to keep my eyes focussed in more appropriate directions, but my lecherous libido proved too much for my feeble self-control. I kept glancing down at the place where thighs met hem thinking "Maybe this time I'll see her panties." yeah right We finally arrived at the school and. I’ve always wanted a woman who was seriously wild. You know, a wanton slut willing and able to do anything and everything to please me in bed. I’m not overly kinky or perverted, but my wife likes to do it in the dark, missionary style, and she always has some lame excuse when I suggest something to spice up our sex life. I don’t know how many times I’ve heard her say stuff like “Someone might see us,” “I don’t like the taste,” “that’s just gross,” “I’m not flexible enough,” or “Isn’t what we. This was her life now and the sooner she got used to it the better for everyone. He began to fuck her face even harder making her gag loudly, her tits flopping around under her wildly. Teds balls tightened and just as he was about to cum he gripped her firmly, pulling her to him, and forced his dick all the way down her throat. Katies neck bulged as her step fathers cockhead forced its way into her tight virgin throat. She felt him slide the entire 8 inches in and hold it there, his balls. It was a good photo, too, showing a handsome man, tall, and slim, with a full head of ‘executive hair’ and bright white teeth.It was my old friend, Brigadier General Anthony Hawkins!I never used his full name in 1981, when I met the man, although I knew it. I was a Captain, and he was a Brigadier General. His first name was ‘General’, and I needed to toss a lot of ‘Sir’s in as well. When last I saw him, he was ordering my sorry ass onto a C-47, and then a few days later I heard him demanding I.