Jill put her arms around her husband, and my wife was leaning against me. No one said a word but the expressions on their faces said enough. The coupl... seemed to have no idea they were being watched, and they probably would not have cared. They kept changing positions as they rolled in the sand, their mouths mashed in a deep kiss. Sometimes the man would be on top and sometimes the woman, as they moved in perfect sync with each other, their legs and arms intertwining, and their asses grinding. I stroked my hard-on slowly and deliberately. The door to the bedroom slowly opened and Jack stood there, just like in my fantasy, naked as a jaybird with an erection pointing straight to the ceiling. I froze and wasn’t sure what to do or say. It was too late to try to cover myself and I couldn’t take my eyes of his throbbing manhood. Jack finally broke the silence. ‘is this a private party or can I come in?’ I sort of stammered and Jack continued. ‘I was walking back to the kitchen. Your door. She looked me in the eye and gently shook the bottle. “Its empty. Wanna play a Barbie and Ken game?” her smile was pure evil, depraved, and lascivious.“Depends. Will i like it?”“Mmm yes i think you will.” Her grin was crafty.“What game is it?”“Its called,” Amber looked me directly in the eye`s straight faced, “Fuck Barbie with the beer bottle.” She laughed, “Barbie always used to ask.” She said innocently.“And Ken always obliged?”“Yes.” She lowered her gaze, a little in shame i think, “But he. "I smiled at him. He looked shocked. I guess he'd never seen me smile in all the time I'd been with his unit."Colonel, I'm gonna let you in on a little family secret. The reason I'm such a good killer is because I know everything there is to know about dying except for the lying down and staying put part. Pain, and fear, terror and hopelessness ... death doesn't faze me even a little. Death and I are tight. My grandfather told me, when I was young, that I could be a great hunter, but that I.