I then went into my shorts and started stroking it. Ian again did the same. I could tell that Ian really didn't know what he was doing, so I told him ...hat it would be a lot easier to show him if we didn't have our pants on. Ian paused. We hadn't shown each other our dicks before, so it got kind of awkward. We then stood up and agreed to just drop everything on the count of three. I counted, "1,2,3!" we both made a jerking motion, but niether of us took it off. We both laughed, and I said,. An intimidating sniper rifle sat butt first between her legs, and was held with the affection normally reserved for a lover.Next to Commander Cross was the other female of their small group. Tabitha Mercer, a busty red head, with a killer ass, and a killer disposition. The ivory skinned Irish woman was deadly with the pistol at her hip, and the smg in her lap. But it was her psi abilities that made her lethal. Her emerald eyes, were often mesmerizing, when one could look away from her deep. Once, while coming down from the canteen, we came via steps, and I held her hand. That was the first time we held our hands together.We both tightly held our hands till we reach our place. Whenever someone comes near, we separate our hands, and then again hold each other’s hand. After coming to our place, we started chatting in our office Lync.Me – Hey, your hands are very soft. I liked holding you.She – me too. I liked when you held my hands tightly.Me – shall I tell something? You will not. I bit her nipples and licked around them.I sucked both her nipples and gently planted bites around them. Teeth marks were left on her boobs. I noticed, her one hand glided to her pajama, and she was trying to reach her crotch. “I guess your cunt is ready to be ripped, bitch.”I pulled her pajama off and gazed at her. Standing in a train washroom. In nothing but a dripping wet black panty. Boobs all red, wet and sticky. Body sweaty, hair all over her face like a nasty fucked whore. Teary eyes due.