I had thought of her as a non responsive woman, who was sexually passive.I wanted to kiss her juicy lips. I moved to her side and lowered my face on h...er. She opened her eyes and looked at me right in her face. She gently parted her lips. I placed my lips down on her lips. I had that kiss, which I shall never forget. It was not just a kiss. It was an expression of exchange of messages of lust. She kissed me back with great enthusiasm.She wanted me to tongue fuck her. perhaps that was the signal. I rotated it to find her G-spot, and voila, I found it. Her hips began bucking and she grabbed a pillow to stifle the screams of her orgasm.Not wanting to miss the action, I stripped off my swimsuit, which released my raging erection. I flipped her over and placed my cock at her opening. Lubrication wasn't going to be a problem. I made sure the head was covered and then slid home. Her orgasm intensified. I began to fuck my sweet baby. This was sex and I wanted release. I love making love to my. Probably, the door was normally electrically or hydraulically operated, but we did not take the time to find the control switch. Inside, there were rows of bunks. It looked like our activities had been very effective because only about 10% of the bunks were occupied. We switched our shotguns to automatic and hosed down all of the bunks. By the time we finished shooting, we had used up over half of our ammunition, and there was not a live ogre left in the room.Just to be sure, we did check the. My mom said, “Allen saw you and Jackoff a few weeks ago having lunch. He came over crying telling us you were back with Jacques. We didn’t believe him. I see it and I still don’t believe what I’m seeing. You are standing here in front of me and your husband with another man’s semen running down your leg.”I looked down and saw a stringer of white cum was running to my knees. That small amount wasn’t a drop in the bucket to what was still deep inside me. I thought, Jesus, how much worse could.