It flopped down, the first shot of cum splashing into Andrea's face. Then she managed to get her mouth around me and sucked as the next two or three s...urts came forth into her eager throat.I flopped back into the armchair behind me panting and glistening with sweat."I'm not done yet." Casey said, looking at me with a stern look.Andrea smiled. "Me either." she said and pulled Casey in for deep, cum-filled kiss. The pair embraced in the middle of the living room, their tongues flicking Mike and. I darted from the girls' locker room past Coach's office and into the boys', where the scent included a hint of testosterone. I was welcomed by a wave of whistles and shouts of "Dee, Dee, Dee!"My mom's arrival via the same route was greeted by a sudden hush, a flutter of towels concealing groins. She'd tracked me down -- in the BOYS' locker room, much to the guys' surprise. She had definitely meant what she'd said about not letting me out of her sight! Suddenly self-conscious with her there, I. "Why are we?" Good questions," I told the man and left it at that.It was called Cobb Island by the British, who once administered it from Hong Kong. It lay almost exactly midway between the Northern Marianas and the coast of Southern China, which meant as near nowhere as one could get on planet Earth. There had been limited gem mining on the island late last century but the mines had played out. Then there was a little phosphate mining until an eccentric Englishman had tried to create a banana. He settled into position and pulled the rifle into place in front of him. Without preamble or ceremony, he lined up on the hole in the foliage and squeezed the trigger.Seven times, Alf squeezed the trigger. And seven times the intended target dropped dead as a result. But the evidence of their actions was making a good case for the trapped men to stay away from that particular section of the trench. And while the sniper team was in little danger from return fire, no more targets presented.