Grogan's smelled like old wet blankets and gun oil. "Wow ... this be da place!!" I said, "Look at this stuff. That's an M-4 turret ... look out there ..... Halftrack!! Hallo!!!"An inconspicuous pile of ragged uniforms piled on a stool near the register moved. Feral, narrow eyes, beneath the hood of a ghillie suit peeped out and stared malevolently at us."Don't touch shit," a voice graveled."Excellent idea ... gloves for touching shit." You a smart ass?" You better believe it ... You Grogan?" Who. He got on the bed and without a word straddled my chest. His cock barely touching my lips as he said I haven’t cum in a while so it may happen quickly. I moaned and opened my mouth and said I’m ok with that. He added but I do rebound quickly. With that he pushed his cock past my lips and into my throat. Mmm I let him know to continue.He basically leaned forward over me and started to fuck my face. His moans drowning out mine as his cock slid in and out of my mouth balls hitting my chin. He was. There were a couple of new ones here he had not seen previously, including the young blonde girl. He took a second look. Yes indeed; even camouflaged by the Spartan student' uniform, it was evident here was something very special. With apparent casualness he crossed the autopsy room, then, returning, managed to position himself between the girl he had noticed and the rest of the group. He gave her a broad smile and said quietly,"I don't remember seeing you before" I've been around as long as. As he was yelling at me about toothpaste or something, I started to get fed up, no longer paying the little attention I was at first, I couldn’t help but notice the same fire and passion I haven’t gotten from him sexually. The more he yelled the more tense he got. His blood was pumping his muscles were pulsing, he was turning red. That man looked so good pist off. I realized he stopped yelling and I snapped from my gaze and realized he wasn’t speaking. Just standing there across the kitchen in.