Porky was thickset, six-foot-two tall, and had a handsome round face. The brown hair on his head was dead straight and his fringe hung down to his eye...rows, making it look like he was wearing a helmet. As I would come to know, he always wore denim jeans and shirts that were only in shades of blue, which was his favourite colour. Porky had enormous hands that looked like two bunches of bananas hanging off the bottom of his thick arms. One’s attention was constantly drawn to his hands because he. To prove I could still do the business soon our genitals were making loud guttural sounds as the combined juices made loud squelching noises. “Such beautiful sexy music!, “ I groaned as I felt the inevitable sensations in my balls of orgasm rising. “Our song!” Sarah grunted as she gasped as multiple orgasms her coursing through her body from her fingertips to her toes, nipples and deep in her gripping cunt. Then my semen was blasting from the tip of my cock to pump deep in her belly filling her. Speaking as just one more dumbass fire team leader, that was plenty good for me.It took Vernier and Barstow a couple of minutes before they came inside. First, they looked around the building and the wreckage of Yankee Two, and then they talked to Lieutenant Hicks and Sergeant Wexler. Halstead looked like he wanted to go out and speak to them, but Southerland held him back, which really seemed to frost him. Eventually they broke free and came inside Yankee Target.First stop was at our infirmary. I parked the vehicle and entered my home. We all sat on the sofa. Devi was sitting with Ram, and she was a bit tense. I thought talking to her would break the ice and calm her down.We started to discuss my life, both personal and professional. They too opened about them, and this helped in breaking the barrier. I then asked Devi to come and sit next to me. She looked and Ram, who winked at her, giving an OK signal.She came and sat next to me. The perfume she was wearing made me go mad. I gently.