I feel your hips beginning to buck against my face, and I respond with more desperate, thrusts and licks. I feel you beginning to swell, and burn hot ...against my mouth, you buck harder and I hear you gasping ‘I’m cumming’ Your juices rush in to my mouth, a wonder gush of warm love, and I swallow, while pushing my tongue I to the clenched muscles of your throbbing vagina, and then running it up over the pounding orgasm of your vulva to the swelling of your clit. I keep going until your passion. Of course Robert knew who Darla was, for the information that he had just received over the satellite telephone and Internet link was her professional background, which a Hosaka’s informant on the Kukuana military base had acquired the day before, upon Robert’s request, after he had spotted her bathing in the lake and then heard on the radio the report of her disappearance. As Darla finished telling Robert about how and why she had come to Kukuanaland, the sound of an army helicopter could be. Nothing is real or maybe it is. I’ll let you decide. This is my first attempt so constructive criticism welcomed. Names are fictional.Hi everyone. My name is John B. or “JB” as everyone called me. Let me describe myself. My wife had passed the year prior to when this story starts so I am single. I could never find anyone that could replace her so I quit trying. I am very well off due to a huge natural gas well on my 400 acre farm, 52 years old, salt & pepper hair, 6’2” and slightly overweight. One evening, whileI cooked dinner, a fem thing to do, and part of my training, she cameup from behind and took my breasts in her hands. To my later amazement,I responded pleasurably, turning to face her. She kissed me powerfullyin her stronger arms and I let her, relaxing, drifting away. When wewent to bed that night, she was the aggressor; she darn near strippedme. Taking over on top, she held my arms to the bed. There was no play-acting to her dominance; she enjoyed it. My instincts told me.