Her body was, in her mind, just another example of her bad luck. Even Twiggy had more shape than she did.Stooping over the inert body, Mary Ellen chec...ed for a pulse. Shit, he was alive! Maybe not by much, but there was still life in his Greek god-like body. How long that condition would last was anybody's guess, but she couldn't just leave him there to die. She was also vaguely aware that with her luck, she'd attempt to nurse him back to health and the poor bastard would croak as a result of. .Your hands on my hips clench with fingers of iron and you shoot me a warning glance. But not before I feel your phallus twitch and pulse within me. Oh, yes! You're close, too, Chris! I bend to meet your lips in a silent kiss, the slight rocking of my pelvis sending electric shocks up my spine.The bathroom door opens again. We freeze. A pee-er this time. Oh my God, I can hear him tinkle. This is so gross! But a fresh surge of moisture between my legs betrays my excitement.I squeeze you faster. Tim and Bill soon spotted the dust cloud from the truck. One of the Taliban panicked and opened fire on the aircraft, committing a cardinal sin. Under the rules of engagement neither Tim nor Bill could return fire unless fired upon. A forty round burst of 30mm cannon fire, left the truck a smoking wreck, there were no survivors.Back at Bastion Tim reported to Robert about the kill, they all went to look at the gun camera footage. They could clearly see the man with an AK47 firing seconds before. It was early summer still and no one was home, or so I thought as I sat in the kitchen reading the paper I heard footsteps on the steps and then the steps where coming towards the kitchen. It was Sadie. Who had apparently spent the night. Not surprising my sons were pretty open about their activity and their lovers were made to feel at home. Sadie was no exception. Plus having a sexy Sadie around was good for the eyes too. I am so glad I have sexually active sons. Makes this house less of a.