She handed the stocking to Marsha, and Wendy's sweetnesswas replaced by Marsha's. I serviced her as well, my own cockthrobbing from my activities and ...the touch of the stocking.When I raised my head from Marsha's pussy, I saw what Wendy hadbeen doing when I was busy with Marsha. She had put on aharness-like device, and inserted one end of a small,double-sided dildo into herself. "Suck my cock, Bobbie," shebreathed, and I began to lick the tip of the rubber cock. She letme do that for a moment,. "Melody laughed on the other end."She can make it a couple of more days," she said. "I'll call her back and let her know it's a go and we'll work out the schedule around yours. I'm going to direct it, is that OK?" Sure," Adam replied."I want you to really think about that before you answer me," Melody said. "I've not done any directing before. So I'll be counting on you to help Jenny along. I think you can do it but it might be different than you've done before. Ashley called the shots for you. Emotions ran high and there were no prisoners taken. I expected this, but I had hoped for a little luck in the way of prisoners, since I had some "philosophical" questions to ask, like "was this a government or a private operation?" It didn't make much difference as far as our war was currently concerned, but it could make a difference on whether or not it could escalate into a major conflict with thousands of well trained troops. The sooner we find that out, the better off we will be.Most of. You see, for the first ten years we were married, my wife never, ever fell asleep naturally. Every night, and many other times, she was always passing out while we made love. And I mean really out! The first few times I worried that she'd had a heart attack, or a stroke, or something. But after a while it became obvious that this was her normal reaction to an overload of orgasms; she had just simply convulsed herself into unconsciousness when her body couldn't take any more. Anyway, after we.