Her hand slid the elastic of my pajamas down my ass. My cock bounded out from them and she stared at it a moment then looked up at my face and whispe...red, "We will have to be very quiet Peter." I turned so my cock was just inches from her mouth. I whispered, "Where can we go?" She opened her mouth and took the head of my cock between her lips. I felt the tip of her tongue moving over the tiny slit at the tip. Suddenly she plunged her lips all the way down my shaft and rested with the head of. So I had to decide I wanted to write my name wait a second or so then set the pen to paper and write. It’s not like that all the time but it was like that today. When we were ready to leave. I had to get my body’s permission (that’s what I call that) to get up so I wouldn’t bust my ass.Today was fairly long. I had a realization last night. I need to be more compassionate toward my wife. She’s almost a decade younger than me. Whereas, I was forged on an anvil of pain she led a very normal life. She allowed her body to do as it wished. She no longer wanted to control it. It wasn't a part of her. Her mind was now the centre of all her pleasure.She moaned slightly as he lost contact with her body. Then she moaned louder as she felt her buttocks being gently pulled apart and the very tip of that tongue, that bringer of ecstasy, touch the outside of her anus. A light, feather-like contact. With a circular motion it licked its way around the rim. Her body melted into liquid as she felt the. That little grove made a first-class fort for one man, and I was sure glad of that. For a while, so many bullets flew my way that I was afraid that they would cut down some of them trees! I had been right about one thing—I could now get much better shots at my enemies. I started shooting as soon as I could get my breath, and I knew from the screams of pain that I scored at least two hits.The stage was not due for another half hour or more; that gave me enough time to take care of the problem or.