“Let's not talk about that for now.” “Okay.” “So anyway, I took your advice and used it with the photos I took. Would you like to see some o... them?” He was so eager it was funny. He was trying not to show it but he forgets I've known him since he was born and he looked like he did at six years old on Christmas morning. I attached a few photos, nothing all that exciting, to an e-mail and sent them out. I actually heard the chime as he received them and he went straight to opening them. I watched. The next attempt succeeded a little more. Gwen now had about 7 inches in her mouth. Her nose was flirting with James' balls. Again, she went down and more cock disappeared. Gwen knew that she was taking more but she still had not bottomed out. It appeared that James' cock was growing. It seemed to be getting harder. Gwen readjusted herself for a better angle and swallowed that monster again. This time she felt the tickle of pubic hair on her nose. With the next trip down she touched James'. Soldiers have to run all of the time, why anyone would run voluntarily, let alone love doing it, was beyond them. I just lost myself in the feelings of my blood moving warmly through my body, the stretching and flowing of my muscles as they propelled me down the trail, the steady regulation of my breathing, the sensations of the clean, earthy air pulling through my lungs, and soft crunch of my footsteps on the dirt. ‘Private Wright.’ The major’s voice intruded suddenly. I leaped forward, my. It blew the double doors away and knocked the outside Rangers off their feet. Two hooded men leaped from the van and fired machine pistol bursts between the fallen Ranger’s helmets and body armor into their exposed necks. A third hooded man waited in the van. All clenched their dead-man’s switches in a tight grip.The sounds of the RPG explosion and gunfire cued the attackers in the rear to raise their weapons and knock down the approaching guards. Their driver moved the van up against the.