Either weapon is death to infantry and light armored vehicles, so the house was a kind of silly "strong point" for attacking a Stryker detail."Unit 1,...take care of the roof. We'll handle the lower floor. Unit 2, drop three grenades through that window."This was massive overkill, but the men of the Stryker were getting pissed off at the insurgents, so they needed to let off a little steam. The .50 caliber bullets cut through the mud bricks of the house like the proverbial hot butter. Some even. 38 along as well, because it is my opinion that like diamonds, a girl could never have too many guns.Speaking of diamonds, I thought as I pedaled along, I should see that New York diamond merchant soon. I really needed to downsize, I laughed at the though of the blue barrels sitting in my gun vault. My mind also wandered to the other occupants of that vault. For some reason, the rifles I had left on the battlefields also came to mind. A sense of loss invaded my brain and that was a shocker. It. “I have always known, our souls called out, screaming for the other, needing the other. When you reached out, our hearts touched and they knew, I knew and eventually, you bloody idiot, you caught up.”She had walked around in front of me through this exchange and now stood with her hands on her hips, shaking her head. I shrugged and looked at her with a half-smile, and a giggle escaped her lips.I leant forward, reaching past her and put my drink on the table she was standing in front of. Instead. "I did as Doreen asked while she and Sue disengaged to reassemble on top of me. Doreen immediately impaled herself on my stiff rod while Sue placed her yummy little flower right on my face. How is it that their tastes can vary so dramatically, I thought to myself as my tongue was busy irrigating her sweet slit. Doreen still hadn’t moved but rather continually squeezed my pulsing cock with her pelvic muscles. I was trying desperately to ignore how close I was to orgasm, and so far, it was.