’ Alison groaned. ‘It was a prototype semi-automatic grenade launcher developed by the Russians in the late 1990s as a successor to the AGS-17,’...Leah said. ‘Its original spec was around the concept of a portable urban pacification system, but it was soon clear that its scope extended way beyond that.’ ‘It’s capable of firing thirty millimetre, programmable smart grenades up to seven hundred metres. It’s got a rate of fire of sixty high explosive rounds per minute. The little ray gun looking. I was able to get his zipper undone and release his rock-hard cock. I felt every inch of him with my hand and he was going to feel so wonderful inside me. I quickly leaned down and inhaled his cock as deep as I could go. I have never been able to take a man into my throat, but what I have found is that if I hold him as deep as I can, I will produce a wonderful lather of spit that can be very helpful in situations like I found myself in that day. I held him at the opening of my throat a few. When you are done, please leave, quietlyNo words will be spokenThanks bro, we don't know what we wouldhave done without youWell, I figure I could do that.It didn't take me long to strip, fold my clothes neatly and place them on the coffee table. Connie had taught me early on to be neat in her home. I knew it was foolish, but the damn cat never took his eyes off me after my clothes were off. He had perched atop their TV and was staring at me as if he thought I was doing something I shouldn't. He. As he convulsed for the last time I felt him sliding out. I wanted to hold him in me and milk his cock with my pussy/ass muscles but he was done. He backed off and peeled off the rubber. It was full and his smile told me I had done a nice job for him.But there was no time for congratulations. Soldier number 4 was pressing at my opening demanding the same or better treatment. He was not as long but much thicker than number 3 and his girth stroked my walnut with each entry. I was getting harder.