I complained, "What the fuck are you two doing, I was just wounded by a round."Elena was still hauling asses out of the BTR 80 and asked, "Ben, do you...require medical assistance?"I griped, "Hell no, what I require is military fucking assistance. I looked over and saw Masha had joined the others and apologized, "Please excuse my swearing."She answered, "Ben, we are sorry but we can not provide adequate support for your mission."Well that made me feel like shit for complaining. I slapped a. . or was there? I saw a small something on the water, and focusing my distance vision, it became clearer. I could see an islander's canoe with one occupant heading towards my position, but I doubted that he could see me already. Then he halted his paddling and tried to fish something up from the water. 'The shark I killed with my toxin, ' I realized.I yelled at him, and he did hear me but still, waited to pull the dead fish partially out of the water and affix it to his boat. Then he started. She almost jerked away in shock as I did this."Calm down, sweetheart, this is not a dirty or nasty thing. You are freshly showered and very clean. Just relax and enjoy the sensations. You know that even though this is unusual it is erotically stimulating and you really want to feel how it arouses you, don't?" I asked in a soft, calm and reassuring voice."Yes, I do, but it just feels so strange," she whispered weakly while trying to grasp this unforeseen yet oddly pleasurable sensation. I could. "Okay, Big Boy, I want that cock of yours in my cunt before I count to ten!" "No playtime?" Derek asked. "We've had enough playtime on the dance floor; in the sack and let's fuck!" Chelsea must really have been worked up. She jumped onto the bed and flopped on her back, spreading her legs wide. Derek was a little more reserved. He kneeled between her legs and kissed his way down her thigh until his tongue tip parted her labia. Derek is a first rate pussy eater and I knew Chelsea was in for a.