Jake waves at me."Don, meet Brian Oliver, he has volunteered to operate the Barrett. He happens to have a bit of experience with them." Hello Brian, I...am Don Johnson, and this is John 'Skip' Watson. He prefers Skip. What has Jake told you about our little adventure?" Not much, just that you need someone who knows about the Barrett and how to operate it. I qualify for both. I was an ordnance instructor for most of my military life; the Barrett is one of the better killing machines. How can I. Both guys were squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. The guy speeded up his ploughing of her cunt, sensing he was about to come Wendy told him to come over her belly, removing his cock it started to spew its hot sticky liquid over her body, spunk covered her tits and belly as six or seven heavy gobs of spunk shot from the slit in the bell end. She saw more spunk from that cock in one organism than from her husbands in a month. The sight of his mate's cock shooting its' load, drove the. .. But finally, her trembling fingers managed to retrieve the keys from her purse, and she fumbled now with the ignition, stalling the car several times before getting it into drive. Slowly it lurched out of the parking lot and onto the street. I should not drive, she told herself. Liz was well aware that in her state of mind she wouldn't know the difference between reality and a mirage. People were walking along the avenue as she drove along, but it seemed to her that she would see a woman,. "Good girl." Charity breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her arms. Janice anticipatedthis move and immediately reached around her niece and swatted her bottom. "We're not finished yet! I'll tell you when to lower your hands." "Ouch! Yes, Aunt Janice," was the obedient response as hands went back behindthe neck to intertwine fingers. "Charity, you asked me to do this. But you seem to be having problems withit. Should I just let your mother finish this?" "Oh no, Mistr.. I mean Aunt Janice,".