The four of them jumped back, and raised their hands to guard themselves at the brief flash of light of the man’s hand disintegrating. It looked alm...st like fire, a brief touch of flame like a firecracker, but turning into ashes without a sound. The man was so old, antediluvian, severing a body part created instant dust. And as the four of them managed to lower their hands and stare at the falling ashes, they gulped.The ashes danced upon the surface, before sinking into the blood. Aaron,. Kissing her tenderly, he cupped her face and moved between her legs. He swiped the head of his cock between her labia before letting his tip press at her entrance. “I will be, baby. Just relax.” “Channing-?” “Yes sweetheart?” “I love you.” Eve whispered the words shyly but relaxed when he pressed a kiss to her forehead and lowered his mouth to her ear. “I love you too, now let me make love to my woman.” Eve gasped as he pushed the first inch of his meat into her, slowly feeding the rest of. I would not kill him. Not that way at least. I nodded assent to his question, and he shifted his grip on the knife, which told me as much as I ever needed to know. My fist shot forward without warning and my other hand engaged his wrist, slamming his knife hand against the tap-tap’s low ceiling. His head snapped back against the wall of the tap-tap and the knife clattered from his hand. He’d probably expected a turn-the-other-cheek attitude instead of a Navy response. I got the knife before he. We stood side by side. Trixie looked immaculate, like she just got dressed for exercises. I had no pants and my shirt was muddy and ripped. I was in the better position. All the guys in both squads would be looking at me not Trixie. A twisted part of me loved standing there, exposed for everyone to see. Many eyes checking out my pussy, ass and legs, which I knew looked good with my four inch heels, was always a good thing. This moment is why I wear my heeled boots on exercises. A whore in flats.