It was approaching 6 pm, so I waited, listening a few minutes. I heard nothing, and so I keyed the radio, and spoke: “Grandstand, this is speedracer...”Emily looked at me, with That Look. “Speedracer? What, are you eleven?”I grinned, and answered her. “No, but it does capture our scenario just a bit, don’t you think? My buddy is perched at home, in the grandstand so to speak, while I’m out here, racing towards home. It appeals to my sense of irony.”I heard nothing, so I waited a moment more.. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, half from the embarressment and half from the urge to move her head around from the pleasure. When he quickly stuck a finger in her, it was a suprise, but she quickly adpated to it. As he worked his finger in and out, he made sure that he watched her facial expressions. He wanted to see every emotion that ran through her face. It turned him on to watch. He then stuck in two fingers. This made her gasp more.. from surpise and from pleasure. He looked. Holding him in my hand, I slowly licked around the head of his cock. Obi jumped. His cock jumped. With cock in hand, I licked the head and then the underside. Slow, wet licks that let me taste him. When my tongue returned to the tip of his cock, I licked the pre-cum off before pushing my mouth down around him. Obi clutched my hair in his hand and pushed himself up. I sucked his cock slowly, using my teeth to graze against his skin. I sucked on only the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around. "You and Wendy are not the only transferees in this household," he said.Imagine my shock.He opened his luggage. The longest case held an interesting rifle. It was long, with camo paint and there was a long bag of camouflage cloth and assorted streamers and frayed ribbons sewn to it.Dal was rapidly losing his Finnish, "Is Dragunov rifle Снайперская Винтовка системы Драгунова образца 1963 года Snayperskaya Vintovka sistem'y Dragunova obraz'tsa 1963 goda, "Sniper Rifle, System of Dragunov, Model.