Replacing the scope the lone man removed the rifle slung across his back. Unfolding the bi-pod he slowly lowered himself into the prone position. He f...ipped the caps on the scope on the rifle up and placed his cheek against the stock. He carefully lined up the crosshairs on the shoulder tabs of the officer, making sure of his targets rank. The crosshairs slowly slid up the officer’s neck until they came to rest just above his left ear. The soldiers in the camp where laughing and drinking as. I couldn't look away. I couldn't move. I promised I tried. But no matter how much I screamed at myself to go, I couldn't move.I was surprised when I heard the black guy ask gruffly, "Whose pussy is this, bitch?" Emphasize with a hard thrust."Yours...fuck! Always yours."And, as if the question spurred him on, he continued with a needy moan, "Please, harder! Fuck me harder, please! Fuck your pussy harder."And, "Oh daddy, I'm gonna cum so hard on your dick. It feels so fucking good."Back to a long. ”Alyssa sighed, pulled them down and handed them to her lover. Ashley held them to her nose and inhaled deeply, then made a show of sucking them on a damp spot Alyssa created.“I’m sorry. These must be yours,” Ashley said, pulling at them with her teeth.“Well, then, give ‘em back!” Alyssa said, reaching out only to have Ashley pull them back ... Alyssa grabbed at them again, then followed with the foolproof approach of tickling her roommate, rendering her helpless. But Ashley had one last play –. This was probably a bet that she'd lose. I'd already earned my wings.When we arrived back in Chicago, Kristen pulled out an envelope and gave it to the flight attendant before we landed. I saw her open the envelope and watched her blush. Kristen told me that she also overheard the bet, and left a note of apology and five dollars to cover her bet.On the way out of the plane, the flight attendant tried to give the money back to Kristen but my Goddess wouldn't accept it.November merged into.