The second was still alive, but not for long as I pulled out my twenty-inch bowie knife, and knelt beside him."Tell me where you came from? Are there ...nymore of you nearby? What do you want with us?" I screamed in anger.He spit on me and in anger. I brought the blade down and pierced his chest. I struck a dozen times, until his chest was a mass of bloody meat. I leveled the blade and brought the blade down like a guillotine on his throat severing his head from his body with one angry strike.His. She came up and gave me a big hug and we went upstairs. We chatted for a little bit and then she was like "God i can't wait to relax" So i grabbed two chairs and pulled them over towards the spot that faces the sun. I took off my shirt and laid down before she stripped so i could see the show. Looking kind of towards me she slowly took off her halter top to show me her hot white bikini top that hardly covered her big tits. I could even make out her nipples beneath the top. Then she slipped off. She was a committed defender of the British people, just as her ancestors had been since the time of the Plantagenets. Fighting was in her blood. And her responsibilities as a member of the warrior class were not defined or limited by the fact that she was a female.After her graduation from Sandhurst, she had trained at the Sniper Training Establishment out on the Salisbury Plain. And she was one of the best shots in the British Army. But remote killing was different for a woman. So, Prudence. But the bikinis and boy shorts are just as nice. They collect the sweat form her lower back, ass crack and cheeks. Sometimes they are damp enough for me to squeeze a few drops of funky crotch and ass sweat into my mouth. It is salty. Sometimes I rub or squeeze them onto my cock so that if my wife gives me a blowjob, she is sucking her best friend's ass and pussy sweat off of me without knowing it.The wife also makes my dick hard by openly talking about sexual things. She talks about.