Ragnar smiled, sucking on her tit. He assaulted her breasts, trading off between them both. He loved tormenting her. Astrid squeaked, and Ragnar raise... his head to look at her. Her chest was heaving from excitement and fear, her eyes filled with conflicting emotions. Her hair covered the pillow under her, making her seem even more delicate. Her eyes studied him with a childlike innocence, and he leaned down to her. Am I still so cruel? He asked. Astrid gawked at him, knowing not what to say.. ” “Dare,” she said, “you’ll get the hang of it. If you like the plain old one cock kind, you’ll love this.” All eyes were on us, but Susan wasn’t about to be rushed. She pushed me on to my back and kissed me on the lips. “You brushed your teeth!” I said, and she laughed. She moved down my body, kissing each nipple, sucking. She reached my pussy. I gasped at the kiss of her lips on my clitty. Susan licked my labia slowly, occasionally wiggling her tongue and pushing it inside me. “Roll over,”. Her thumb and forefinger drew together over her nipple, kneading it gently. Unconsciously, her other hand moved to balance the experience. With the knowledge that only self can bring, she squeezed and caressed her breasts, engorging them with the rush of arousal and raising herself out of the water as her back arched to bring pressure to her touch. Another, deeper, moan escaped her lips as her body shifted and yearned for more. Responding to her wants, one hand gave a last squeeze of her breast. Triggers #2 through #6 were for mostly anti-personnel charges planted in or around all of the mostly likely places that Norman could stage troops. Basically more oversized improvised claymore mine devices that converted cases of cheap nails into daisy-cutters that shredded everything within fifteen yards. I don't think they contributed much to the party at this stage but I couldn't have eyes right now everywhere and if there were any more shooters lurking about in the immediate area that I'd.