Junior had no problem with killing, but standing over a dying man and looking into his eyes while your blade pierced his heart was different. It was u... close and personal, and totally unlike killing in the heat of battle. Junior watched the light fade from the pleading eyes of the last man as he cleaned his knife with the man's shirt tail. He stood with Warren in silence as they looked around at the carnage. A shadow crossed their faces and they looked up to see a buzzard cruise by. Jane was pissed that the maintenance crew hadn't fixed the window when she got home. She threatened to call the office. Jane said, "You are such a fucking wimp. I can't get you to do anything around here. I should find a real man to take care of me. Is that what you want?" I couldn't let her talk to Juan or Enrique so I promised to take care of it. Sometimes Jane was so mean to me, but I didn't say anything. I never do.The next Tuesday I came home from work and the maintenance cart was parked. Denise gasped with desire as his member filled her cunt. Ray started thrusting his hips, fucking Denise. Denise quickly matched his motion. She felt her pussy quiver as another orgasm formed and passed throughout her body. Vaguely, she felt the the van stop and anothe body join them. Denise sensed someone kneeling over her face and something smelling of urine forced its way into her mouth. She starting sucking on it so that she could get the taste out of her mouth. The dick started moving in. Her orgasm was on the verge of erupting. OH FUCK YES TOM.. YES.. YEESSS! she hissed as her juices flowed and her body became rigid. Her knees tightened on my head to the point of it hurting a little as she spazmed on top of me. This lasted about 7 seconds and then Shayla fell back onto the bed, gasping for her breath. I knelt up and crawled towards her. My cock was sore from getting no attention through all this. Shayla watched me coming for her and her sexy smile returned despite her heavy.