"I had to move the dead driver from our Humvee out of the way because he was on top of my Ma Deuce. I grabbed it and scrambled back to the gun station... As I raised up some fucking towelhead got lucky and grazed my helmet so I pulled up my 1911 and emptied it into the fucker.Then I pulled the pin holding the Ma Deuce to the mount, dropped it inside the Humvee, wrangled my Ma Deuce up and into position when – son of a bitch, it happened again! Another round glanced off my helmet and made my ears. It seemed to be something he needed to ask. The easy intimacy they had shared just that morning suddenly felt a million miles away. “Err No. I mean that’s not why I asked you here.” She paused, and sucked her bottom lip thoughtfully. Michael wondered if they were about to have “that” conversation, the one about teacher-student relationships not being a good idea. His face, never good for poker, must have shown his disappointment. Why had she asked him over so late in the evening to just tell. After couple of days I told my sister that it is really boring sitting idle at home and So she told me to go to the farm and have a look and have a nice bath in tube well and come so that I will prepare lunch for you by that time. I told my sister that it is a nice idea and went to the farm. it was a clear and sunny day, and I found some farmers working in farm, then I found tube well, so I taught take bath in chill water as it was very hot so undressed and I got inside the tube well and. And then he pushed me back down. His dick pressed at my throat. I swallowed him again. It was easier this time. My throat stretched.His cock dived down my esophagus. I moaned and hummed, pleasing him, loving his groans as Mom moaned in the background, masturbating, thinking she was having hot phone sex. My fingers curled.I needed to cum so badly. My pussy burned.“Do you like my mouth sliding up and down your cock, Master?”“Yes. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl.”“I love to please you,.