Breathing heavily, Emily hardly reacted, except to close her eyes as my high pressure pump mechanism forced the sperm all the way up to her face.“Fu...ck that’s hot!” Cyn gasped. Then she screamed, “Do it! Do it! Make the filthy slut drown in your cum!”It almost seemed as if that might be possible. The stuff was gushing out of me as I emptied my balls all over post-orgasmic Emily, Cyn was wailing out loud, cumming with her hand between her thighs, watching as her husband fired the last of his. "Yeah, I could be sucking on your teats while you're giving me ahand job," Brad laughed.I blushed as I remembered what I'd done earlier.We spent the next half hour watching the last quarter of the gameand all the time I kept thinking about having my own breasts. It wasan intriguing thought. Then our wives got home and we had to explainwhere Brad's clothes were. We told them he's spilled beer on them andthey had to be washed. He didn't want to drive home smelling like abrewery. They seemed to. I took a day off and went through the museum at Pearl Harbor, and I found myself wondering how we could get our hands on a torpedo." There's an idea," Harper agreed. "That might get some attention. Might get someone the chair, too." Maybe so," Heather said. "But someone might think it's worth it. There were Japanese that used to fly planes loaded with bombs into ships, back during World War II. Maybe there's someone that would give up his life to stop whaling." They were called 'Kamikazes',. Andrew took off his own T shirt and his chub over hung his pants.Turning Ansa to face me we kissed some more as Andrew started to lick his nipples, my hand went further up his thigh stopping short of the growing bulge in his jeans, Andrew’s hand did the same as me, I gently licked his lips with my tongue and he opened his mouth and then our tongues were entwined as we snogged hard.Andrew turned Ansa towards him and they were snogging as I ran my tongue over Ansa’s nipples and down his chest and.