Excuse me insurgent, popped up, the Butterbar stopped running and began to fire his M4. He missed but Jack smoked the insurgent's, ass while I frantic...lly waved for the Butterbar to keep running. Some rounds hit the SURC which helped to motivate him to move his ass. He ran toward me, came up behind my cover and said, "Thanks."I swore and instructed, "Shit! Don't ever stop moving again unless you feel like fucking dying. The fuck ... excuse me, the insurgents can't shoot worth shit at moving. I could always take payment in kind” he said, he was staring at my tits again, but now he was so close he could see down my cleavage, “payment in kind, what do you mean by that?” I asked, “I’m sure that a woman of your intellect and figure could work that one out” he said, he was sweating profusely, “Colin! you have to be joking, I am not going to settle this bill on my back for you” I said, I glanced at Simon he was sneering and very red, I was standing by the end of the table “well maybe I. Gathering confidence, I deepened my thrusts, plunging along almost the whole length of her humid tunnel whilst my fingers fondled her breasts.Olivia grunted with each stroke, her fists grasping huge handfuls of the duvet in a death grip. I moderated my actions and slipped one hand lower to cup her sex. As I continued to sodomise her, I teased her sensitive bud and eventually felt the beginnings of the thaw. Her thighs rocked against my fingers as she desperately strove to derive a modicum of. Good for the heart. Yeah, right. For some reason mine kept kind of skipping, doing funny things. My pulse was somewhat higher than usual. All this on the basis of a smart remark by a woman I didn't fully trust, even though I loved her dearly, a perhaps unusually warm greeting, a held hand and a funny look. Can I help it if I'm crazy? I had refused during the week of the thousand thoughts to veer onto the subject of why I was acting this way.Beth went out to twirl the spaghetti or something. She.