The sound echoed in that unusually silent moment.“That asshole had it coming. But…” said Champa recollecting her old memory. “…rest of the t...ings happened so fast.”The boy’s father revealing Champa’s secret next morning in a village meeting. Champa’s parents being shocked and embarrassed by her daughter’s actions. Everyone deciding that Champa’s family should leave the village.“Champa, you are old enough to survive alone,” said her mother while handing her a bag full of her clothes and some. “My naughty husband is obviously started already. Let’s catch up” said Bronwyn. Clothes were shed and she knelt down and began to lick and suck my cock. I grabbed her head and pushed it down lower. She gagged and I let her lift her head. She was smiling. I did it several more times before I pushed her on to the floor. “Do doggy darling. Fuck me like a dog” she squealed. Always the gentleman I did as she asked. She got on all fours and I mounted her. “Do your worst” she groaned. I grabbed her. I wondered just how successful this effort would be, but I was lost now in my thoughts of how I needed this.Placing the tip of my cock to the entrance to his pink hole, I nudged him and pulled back on his hips. After a bit of a resistance, my cock head slipped in a bit. Randy leaned onto his elbows, sighing as he relaxed. With reluctant patience, I eased my cock into him slowly, pausing to allow him to accommodate my cock's girth. After I could wait no more, I pushed and entered his anal. Each man of his team had a bag of small packets that looked like the ketchup found in fast food stores. Each packet held enough tree sap to plug five rifles. The sap would quickly harden, after being exposed to air. The hope was the ISIS soldiers would begin shooting into the air - as they often did before a battle - while their Mullah was exhorting them to kill their fellow Muslims. Twenty or thirty rifles exploding during the celebration should put a damper on their spirits! Tree sap was used.