Then in the middle of the night–it was probably about two in the morning–we were “kidnapped” by the juniors. Gay porn Ohhhhh. . … While David and I were eating–they brought me a tray, too–the colonel came in.”How’re you feeling?” he asked David.”I’m feeling great, sir,” David replied cheerfully.”Yes, I can see you are,” the colonel said, smiling at me. “I figured. “Everyone can tell from the way you fill out your Speedos,” she said. He positioned the back of the seat and patted it for me to take my place. We tangled up in a triple sixty-nine, only I don’t know what that adds up to. He got so frustrated because he couldn’t do anything about it, and he begged me for some way that he could get himself off. He could gauge my buildup by my whimpers and moans and tiny outcries, and the response of my ass to his driving cock. He was so damned good looking, and the way he was built, it made me fluttery in my stomach. There might have been a twinge of guilt over what I was doing except by now my cock had taken over my thought process and guilt would have to wait.
