“Let’s fuck, little brother!” It didn’t take any time at all for me to pump him into hardness. Sohail imagined sticking his prick into that ho...t, velvety little hole of me, and that was all it took. His tireless teenaged cock mushroomed into iron-hardness, throbbing eagerly against my stroking fingers. Finally, I drew back and stared at the big stiff pole throbbing between my fingers. “Mmmmm, fantastic,” I gurgled, “Come on… let’s get that gorgeous big fucker inside me!” Sohail was so excited,. Then he would gently and patiently begin to phuque me. The way only he could. Long and slow while eating my face. He kept groaning and moaning about how delicious I tasted and how beautiful I was. I adored it.Then came the magic: he would lift my arms over my head while phuquing me missionary and lick my arm pits. He would pin my arms down at the elbows and lift himself slightly. He would kiss me deep and passionate and then lick my arm pits. Sometime with the tip of his tongue, tickling me and. So one night she droppedthe bomb on the husband that she knew all his wayward ways, and told himif he wanted to stay he had to give in and do want she wanted or else shewas getting a divorce. Next thing you know she had him in diapers andfrilly baby dresses, but not for more then a night or two. She stillhadn't shown him the nursery just yet, as she was just testing thewaters. She was seeing if he would give in, and go along with her just soshe would not to get a divorce. She was right about. ..” Lieutenant Mayfield began before stopping in mid-sentence as he realized the obvious. “There are not that many interceptor crews training, are there?”Jeff let out a long sigh. “And that’s the reason for this meeting. We need more interceptor pilots and gunners, and we’re very limited on interceptors, too. In fact, we’re outnumbered at least three to one, and probably that’s a low estimate.”“You’re saying we have only ten interceptors?” the Lieutenant asked incredulously.“Afraid so. Ship is.