His tongue explored my mouth, and I reciprocated with my tongue as well. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “hey, I’m Tanner.” I could b...rely speak and just managed to reply “Sam.” Tanner placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down so that I was seated on the toilet. I reached up and began unbuttoning his button fly Wranglers. I then unbuttoned his shirt revealing his 6 pack abs! I pulled down his jeans and his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs! His cock was still hard!!!. I had talent.We named that talent, called it by the old warning from the training shoothouse: Gun. Gun. Teddy Bear.Enter a room with a dozen potential threats - some were hostages, some were gunmen. And you had to eliminate the bad guys without killing hostages. As you entered, they moved, ducked and screamed.Some were holding guns or grenades, and those were the ones you had to eliminate.In one scenario, a woman would pull a small dark object from their coat. She was almost invariably shot.. I saw the love bites I had given her before and gave her some more.I then moved to a portion near my friend’s gf’s pussy. I started to lick Pooja’s panty sides. I then pushed in the wet cloth into her pussy. It was a bit soaked.I raised my head towards the upper portion of Pooja’s panty, removed it down with my teeth. Pooja whimpered a bit more and with stuttering sounds of her breaths filling the room.As I lowered her panties, I saw her dark clitoris. I took her clitoral skin and squeezed it. As usual, constructive critiques and comments are welcome and appreciated. Thanks for reading my story and ENJOY. woodmanone My inspiration for this story is the song ‘Rhythm of the Rain’ by the Cascades – released in November of 1962. Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain Telling me just what a fool I’ve been I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain And let me be alone again The only girl I care about has gone away Looking for a brand new start But little does she know That when she.