One died trying to clear the room by spraying left to right with an automatic rifle. I wasn’t given a chance to think, look, study the situation, or...call out for help. I saw, fired, and fired again, to make sure.When my hammer clicked on an empty magazine, I switched to the shotgun and took out the second killer, who used the body of his partner to avoid getting dead long enough to shoot me in the abdomen and shoulder.We had fired simultaneously, but the shotgun made a spectacularly bigger hole. I’d take him fully into my mouth ‘til my nose was touching that little patch of hair, then pull almost all of the way back. Aaallllllll the way in then aaalllllll the way back.I was sure to work my tongue around his bulb, teasing his little cleft and enjoying the taste of the same precum that my own cockhead was still coated with from our earlier embrace. I could smell the musk from between his thighs and it was making me throb. I consider myself as skilled with my hands as I am with my lips. John moaned quietly which really didn't help her forget about her clit which she had been steadily grinding against the bed rail. As she continued to wash his cock she stroked it up and down and watched the tip of it completely engorged and shiny. John quietly said "Don't stop" as he moaned under his breath. That was all she needed to hear. She realized he was going to want some relief from this erection and justified what a shitty nurse she would be if she just left him like that. She. Shouldn’t he learn the lesson and take responsibility for his mistakes? But I realised I didn’t know Elaine and she had said that her son was her life. I didn’t know anything about him or her.“Paul, I’m so sorry. I’m not free tomorrow now but next week should be fine, if you’re in the area. I don’t want to let you down. Maybe I could come your way one evening?”On impulse, I asked a question.“What about Friday?”“I didn’t think you would be available at the weekend. What about your.