"I located the next insurgent, and replied, "Anything closer than three hundred meters doesn't need ranging." This one was a head shot and I gloried i... the exploding head and the red mist in my scope.The Butterbar updated me, "We're all off the SURC."I replied, "Good, now watch Jack and do what he does."I knew without looking that Jack and the rest of the squad with him were taking random turns popping up above the cover and firing at the insurgents. The Butterbar ordered, "Okay we're going to. ”Then we’re watching her drawing - sitting forward over a coffee table, her loose t-shirt hanging down, big sleeves loose – we can see the side of her boob through the arm-wholes. We’ve just seen her modelling in the skimpiest of bikinis, and we’ve seen her pussy spread open, but this side-boob is all half our audience will be looking at right now ... Most will barely notice how fine her art-work is until we cut to the close-up... We’re looking at the image of a woman on her hands and knees,. Tristan: Calm down, will you?Morgana: You know the rules. No endangering mission security!Tristan: Well, let’s put it this way. If you could come up with a better way to convince a semi-innocent woman that she was about to face mortal danger than interrupting a good dream, I’d like to hear it. Oh, and let’s remember, the time pressure of an incoming attack.Morgana: I hate to be ghoulish and all, but could you have just not warned her? With everything else going to hell around us... Tristan:. Fuck me, Mason, fuck me hard and give me another big load of cum.”Mason moved between my wife’s legs and pressed his cock into her adulterous pussy, as he leaned down to suck her breasts. I moved to the end of the bed and crawled between their legs to watch his thick fuck meat push into her wet and receptive pussy. When he got his cock in her to the balls and began fucking her, he said, “Oh shit, Hannah, your wet pussy is gripping my cock like a glove. I can hardly believe that I’m fucking my.