Keeping her on her back, I turned on my side, lifted her leg up over mine, and barely, barely let the head of my cock enter her. It was the perfect mo...ve to make. I waited until she responded to it and then slowly entered her and kept the strokes slow and gentle until she started moving with me as if it was she and not I making the motions. All crying stopped and was replaced with rapid breathing and low moaning. She came within minutes with a loud cry that could have been easily heard on the. For a while it wasn't a problem. It was easy enough for me to make up stories, and I usually didn't have to say very much before he was so wound-up that he'd fuck me like crazy. Even Sam's best couldn't hold a candle to Chet, but he was my husband and I loved him and I was happy to be turning him on so much.But after a few weeks, just hearing about us girls wasn't enough. Timidly at first, then more assertively, Sam expressed a wish to watch and join us. I refused him each time as best I could,. Later that night Carter lay on his couch pouring over the detail in the files Mike had given him on his team. The teams leader was Mark Fisher, a black man tall and built, he had served with the 101st in Desert Storm, and had been a member of SF until 2000 when he joined the agency. He had been on missions all over the world, Kosovo, North Korea, Africa, Germany, China, and some incidents in America. Fisher’s team wasn’t exactly a covert team, they identified problems, and eliminated them.. Alex put his cell phone down on the table covering the rest of his overdue bills. He stood up stretching out to his full 6'3" frame hearing a few joints pop as he did. He walked over to the sink turning on the cold water and splashing it in his face. Damn I'm getting old, he thought to himself as he looked at the bags under his bright blue eyes. He was only 32 but after a few years in the military and living on this boat for the last seven years he felt like he was 50.Alex looked back to his.