I volunteered. Understand now, it's not like I'm a stranger. I'd known this girl for several years at this point. "How much?" , she asked. "No need," ... I replied with a smile , "I have nothing but time." "I can't let you do that!" she yelped. "Sure you can. What time should I show up?" was my answer. Saturday rolled around and I dressed in my usual weekend baggy clothing, figuring I'd be in the floor more than a chair. At noon I was knocking on an apartment door. The k** was a darling, and for. Instead of rubbing the bulge in his jeans, he was surprised when her nimble fingers just went ahead and undid his button and pulled down his zipper. She reached into his underwear and her tiny hand wrapped around his thick organ. She pulled it out into the open, stroking it sensually. Heart pounding, she broke the kiss and he watched her slowly sink to her knees. Ashley stared longingly at the huge member that was in her hand as she drew closer. Without wasting any time, she opened her mouth. .. can't..."It was true. A fire raged through Marcie, so fierce it drove out everything except her desperate desire to peak the feelings scorching through her. She couldn't stop the rhythmic milking of her cuntal muscles. The circle tightened, released, then tensed, doing this over and over again. Each time her cunt cinched down on Byron's swelling prick, she felt the velvety, slick surfaces stroking him nearer his climax.Marcie knew she wasn't as close as Byron was. But she still bounced. Jonesy had been lucky, it was probably a ricochet that caught his arm, and he had a furrow that ran from wrist to elbow. It poured blood but again, like Steve, nothing serious was hit.We heard the whump, whump of the helicopter, as it came into view, my first thought was, "Thank God, it's British Army and not Afghan security forces, we should get back to base in one piece."...Five of us were at the RAMC hospital unit. Pete had been taken away for a head scan. Steve was in the operating theatre..