Then all hell broke loose.The Marines were shooting and getting shot. One of the twenty somethings went down. I yelled, from the ground, to my girls. ...��Crawl to the portal.” Yeah, it’s not really a portal, but that’s what they’re calling them on TV and everyone knew what I meant. I shoved on Emily’s ass and pushed her towards the portal.She cried out “Daddy’s hurt.” I looked and he was down with blood on his face and chest. Lots of blood.I got to him and he said one sentence. I could barely. They had met in the early 1970's, and spent their wild and wonderful life traveling the world together. They had no children to worry about, as May couldn't have any, and were only in England for a few months of the year. He was well educated, wore Savile Row fitted suits, Italian leather shoes, and just oozed charm, style and panache. Just think of a European David Niven. without the moustache, and you'll get the picture.He was about 6' 1", slim and fit (an avid squash player and horse rider),. The mission came to an end, as they all do, and then came the after-mission debriefing. Then three days off, only to come back and begin training for some other mission that might come their way.Jason Waters, the team leader, was having a bit of a problem. He was having trouble with his feelings. He was, so far, doing a good job of hiding it. He had been in spec-ops for nearly fifteen years. For five before that, he had been a Marine ground pounder. He wasn't married (except to the corps) and. Sir, please… was all I said. Suddenly, Mark bent me over so that my face was on his desk calender and I felt him yank on the g-string. But the material was tough and it took him four hard tugs to rip it off. That hurt so good, I was turned on completely. Mark fumbled around for a minute, donning a condom while I lay my face to the side. I could see our reflection in the glass wall adjacent to his desk. It was like looking in a mirror. Mark fingered my pussy for a second, just getting his.