I was feeling an urge to pee. I got up, wrapped the lungi around my waist, covering the still half-hard dick.“Where are you going?” she asked. “...o pee, darling,” I said. I stepped on the floor, moving to the next room to go out. I again said, “The night is still young, mom. Get ready for the next round.”I walked out and opened the door to go out to pee. Usually, I would have been scared to come out at that time. But the sex has given me new courage and feeling of man. As the cold breeze hit my. A middle-aged woman, with long, braided dark hair spotted them and waved them over to two vacant seats at a table for six.Josh was pulling back his chair before he realized who the woman was -- Susan Butcher, herself! She hadn't been racing this year, the first time in almost twenty years, having taken time out to try and have a child, but was out on the trail anyway, as a TV reporter for Alaska Television. They'd met her briefly at the pre-race meeting, but really hadn't crossed tracks with. It obviously her own choice when she opened her mouth and took his cock in and began sucking. Later, as I reported before, she even played with his balls as she moved her hand up and down on the shaft. Whatever the explanation of her totally unexpected cock sucking, there was absolutely no question that it was purely voluntary. I alternated between watching the video and watching Sandy, actually more interested in seeing her reaction than the sucking, itself. Really, there was little reaction. The next to draw the marksman’s attention was the soldier hiding behind the box by the radio. He was screaming for a medic as the supersonic crack of the bullet reverberates around the valley. A second later he was silent from a second round. By now some of the more experienced soldiers had figured out where the bullets were coming from and started to spray the hill with fire from their assault rifles. As the firing started from the camp below the sniper slowly moved back the way he had come on.