Sniper shot — either fucking good or just fucking lucky — either way, got Andy-The-Turk right through the neck. Pretty much took his fucking head ...ff. We chucked the corpse over the side — you want us to bury the fuck or what? Here? — and I got to ride top in his place. Which meant I got to join the other pair on the roof of the truck, scanning the 'horizon' — we couldn't see fuck for dust — and longing for the chance to unload the LMGs at anything that moved.Roof being pretty slippy with all. Before our passion completely engulfs us, though, you call Octavio over. He kneels to the side and you take his cock into your mouth as you ride me. I reach over to touch his thigh and feel a slight flinch, but he doesn't pull away. For another few moments, it is the three of us together, my dick working your pussy, my hand on Octavio's muscular quadricep, his cock in your mouth.You pop his cock from between your lips. "'Tavio, the K-Y," you command.He gets the tube from where you had it in. ”“What about your friends you were going to show my play to. Will that work if you’re not in school?”“We’ve been trying to create an independent project. Putting a show together. Promised the Public to present it. But no scripts. It doesn’t have to be student written. Just new.”“And what would you do?”“It’s like creating a troupe. Like Shakespeare or the more recent actor producers here and in England. We’d all share acting and working on the set. People would have their specialties. Mine would. And Priya felt her inner core and vaginal canal get wet with his viscous semen.He kissed her again and withdrew from her with a plop, and semen began to ooze out of her. She laid against the wall and was breathing. She felt so violated, so angry, however, deep down, she felt so turned on.Brad smiled and said, “Here is my number.” As he tucked his number into her bra, she looked at him with hatred.“I will see you later dear,” Brad said.Priya then replied, “I hate you.”Brad chuckled then walked.