‘You’re in shit up to your neck. The whole fucking country’s out looking for you.’ ‘I know,’ Niko replied, clenching his fists impatiently... ‘I wish I had time for explanations, but time is the one thing we don’t have. We know where Oleander is.’ ‘You better make time. I’m not scrambling an entire squadron on the word of a rogue operative. What’s going on?’ ‘Squadron? Damn it, Hansen, we need more support than that. Oleander has an entire army at his disposal. Get on the horn. We need naval–‘. Another was similar where she'd hold her legs behind her knees to pull them back against her breasts, and it would be me rubbing her pussy this time. She would describe exactly what she was wearing, where we were and what we were doing as well as the sex part.Sometimes I would be rough with her she said, other times gentle as a lamb and we would make beautiful love together. In time I would visualise myself doing what she suggested in her letters, and often after reading them would actually. I started to act them out, I would get on all fours and move my assback and forth, sliding my make believe cock in and out of my hole. The feelings were incredible and only made me what the real thing even more. The fantasy of getting fucked, and the feeling of "cock" inside me, held my cock on the constant edge of cumming. Almost like one long orgasm. I was addicted to the feelings and started using bigger and bigger "cocks" to fuck myself with.My fantasy life was increasing also, along with. I'd doze off and on and would check the clock. Finally, at 4 a.m., I heard loud laughter in our driveway. I looked out and saw a black Cadillac that had been lowered; it had dark glass windows and chrome wheels with very wide whitewall tires. I saw my wife get out of the back seat and, giggling, walked toward the house. The rear window rolled down and someone shouted something at her. A black man's hand dangled the panties she'd worn that evening. She laughed, took the panties, and bent in to.
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