The meal was easily forgettable but the uncomfortable feeling of being inside a prison like compound lingered.Captain Mubassa, the officer in charge o...f the re-act team that had arrived after the market shoot-out was a gracious host and I got the feeling that he wanted to know more about our operation.Two weeks after that incident, I came down to breakfast and noticed another person in the restaurant. He was an older guy, dressed for the weather and deeply tanned. He was sitting alone at a table. “Okay, baby,” his twitching mother gasped out as she shifted her hips upwards, pulling her tingling clit from between his lips and plastering her dripping twat right down onto his mouth. “Get it all. Get every drop you can of that pussy-juice—show Mommy how much you want it.”Mitch eagerly lapped up her discharge, swallowing lustily as he drew the fragrant nectar into his mouth and down his throat. His mother kept rocking back and forth as she came, making a total mess of his face with her. "She says she want to do something a little rocker than her usual torchy stuff." You should have been here for the show she gave back in July," Kirsten said. "That was a lot better." Yeah, I'm sorry we missed it," Mark said. "That must have been something to see." You were right," Jackie said. "This is pretty good party. I'm glad you talked us into coming. I didn't think it would be as much fun." You get people into costumes, and they get a little crazy, sometimes," Kirsten said. "Especially if. That night he jackedoff in those shorts, thinking about Jeff. Three loads soakedthe fabric before he finally rested. Mike's next move took Jeff by surprise. As usual, Jeffpicked up Mike's shorts... they were still wet, real wet withfresh cum. Jeff was ecstatic! And hard... quickly he strokedhimself and shot into his own shorts. This is too much, hethought, I'm in heaven. They each wore the other's wet, cum-soaked boxers that day. Jeff knew now that he had to do something. So with.