That was complicated. I knew there were people who needed to be dead. But shooting a twelve-year-old girl because she might be wearing a vest and woul...n’t stop walking toward me killed part of my soul when I took her life. She wasn’t wearing a vest, as it turned out.So I overcorrected and decided to become the opposite of a patriotic assassin.That’s not fair. Most of the time they were shooting at us, too, or would have if they’d known we were there.Anyway, St [redacted] took me in and tried to. ..please cum in my mouth... I love sucking cock."It worked because, after about four minutes of total cock sucking, he said, "Here it comes. You'll really let me cum in your mouth and you'll swallow it all down?" "Of course. Please give it to me. I want to eat your cum." Oh shit, here it comes..." With that, he held the back of my head down on his cock and I felt the biggest load of my life enter my mouth. The first squirt went down the back of my throat. The second and third squirts hit the. She squirted at least a quart of fluids all over my hands. The juice was flowing like a river down my legs.My cock was hard as a rock and needed attention. Then I felt some hands opening my pants and taking a handle on it. Almost immediately after that the stroking began. Then I felt the warmth of a mouth engulfing it. It wasn't long before I was spurting my fluids into that loving mouth. I managed to get a peek, looking around Flala. It was Shanana. Damn was she good at that. She licked me. We kissed now and then, just little friendly pecks while I slipped a big paw inside her fluttering neckline to cup her lovely mounds, and she nuzzled my neck and stroked my back, eager I assumed to get back to her bed and spread her long legs. She was a prime piece of American girlhood, and I hated to see her being shared by our foul enemy, even if it was her family's politics.I had left her fat husband tied and gagged on the bedroom floor, having decided it would be a pleasant game to horse.