I told all the troops to be ready, as there could be armed men behind the door.When the charge went off, I stood to put my rifle through a blown out w...ndow. Four men came out of the hole in the wall, firing AKs in front of them, not caring where they were shooting. I put all four down with bursts from my MP5 and waited to see if there were any more men coming out. We cautiously went down the stairs and unbolted the only door there. It led to the tunnel going to the Mosque and you could see. What is happening to me!It was hot, pulsating and throbbing. It felt so large in my hand that my own cock felt inadequate at the touch. For the first time I was holding another man’s junk in my hand and that too to insert it into my bride’s waiting vagina.I pulled his cock towards Neelam’s pussy. I knew that this would be difficult so I spat out my own saliva to lubricate her pussy. I realized I didn’t need it. This much fluid would be enough to lubricate 1000 cunts I thought.“Touchdown” he. It was too much; his words, his love, his kindness and his cruelty. He acknowledged that shameful, hungry part of her, honored it and accepted it as easily and equally as he did the light of her smile and the loving devotion of her service. Her shame and her love mingled in a heady cocktail of lust and adoration and deep felt devotion that gave a glossy coat to the desperation of her sexual haze. His fingers twisted inside her tender ass, exploring the forbidden depths of her, and his teeth. “I’m Grace.”“Hey,” he replied. “Tolstoy?”She grinned. “Who else can make the average high school kid confused and pissed off at the same time?”He laughed in spite of himself, and spent the rest of the day trying to get her out of his mind. But it was no use—even if he was able to distract himself, the next day there she was, walking into the classroom. Always dressed casually in jeans and tank tops, but she would walk past him and he could smell her; it was a mix of Nag Champa and a kind of.