“Aren’t I enough for you?” she asked, when they’d made up for perhaps the last time, not many months before their relationship approached its ...final most ugly death throes. She held his erect penis between her fingers, his semen dripping down her cheek as much as it was into the fine black hair of his thighs. “Of course you are, my love,” he said, sincerely meaning it whilst at the same time reflecting that Doris for all her passion still drew the line at sex that took her mouth away from his. When he turned up at just before seven, he just looked at me and said, "Oh yes, that'll do nicely." He then told me that we had been invited to a party and that we should be on our way. I thought that was it, but no, my surprise was still to come. As we got into the car my dress had already rode up above my stocking tops with just a glimpse of white panties at my crotch. Reaching over, my partner couldn't help himself run his fingers up my thighs and slipping a finger under the flimsy material. In the Officers' Mess the meal was coming to an end and the officers were taking their pleasures in various ways. One was getting drunk quietly on some of the forbidden alcohol they had found; he would regret it on the morrow because he was drinking very cheap bathtub vodka and would wake with a monumental hangover. The others were mostly using women in one way or the other, being sucked or impaling their captives in one or other lower entrance. Meanwhile there were other women serving them. " Ted's eyes widened, as he took in the show on the picnic table. Grabbing a cup of coffee, he joined Jim on the tree trunk. Lighting his morning cigarette, Ted leaned over to Jim and whispered, "Looks like we're late for breakfast?" They smiled at each other and remained quite.As CJ continued bobbing her head, she placed both of her hands under Jeannie's ass and raised her up slightly, to get a better angle at working her clit. As her tongue worked at Jeannie's hard button, she removed one.