It was huge.Even soft like it was now, dangling down between his muscular thighs, it had to be at least eight inches long as it flopped about. As impr...ssive as it was soft, she could picture it hard, standing at least ten or eleven inches tall. She could feel herself getting wet as she thought about how wonderful it would feel to have his wonderful hardness inside her. She hoped that the wetness she knew was seeping out of her womanhood wouldn't show as she glanced over at her son.Feeling a. So made her naked and started to suck her boobs and I was pinching the other one and biting there nipple and my mom was moaning ahh its paining my son.And I did not listen but was pressing her boobs very hard and then after 10min playing with her boobs and moved to her stomach her navel I was sucking her naval and then moved to the pussy which was very wet with my mom cumm and I got a idea and went and bought honey and applied on her pussy and started to suck it and it was the most delouse. “Make me cum slut!” Cassie screamed, her pussy juices covering my face. With one last scream, the bucking stopped and she collapsed off of me, rolling in her orgasm. Being relieved of the wet pussy and finally being able to breathe again, I watched the second cock pound away in my pussy. I could feel my second orgasm building in my aching pussy. As the guy picked up his pace, my back arched in pure pleasure, and a long moan escaped my lips. My pussy tightened around his cock as he filled my. I was the de facto sniper for our company, since I was the most consistently accurate shooter. The platoon sergeants would come looking for me when they got pinned down by an enemy sniper, or needed a machine gun taken out. I wasn’t sure about how I felt about killing as a sniper, but I finally justified it as just a different way to kill. Sniping wouldn’t kill a man any deader than a claymore or hand grenade or calling in a napalm run, dead is dead. Not to mention that each VC I shot was one.