I took her by the ankles and placed one foot on my chest. The other I bought to my mouth once again. I tenderly kissed each of her toes, taking the ti...e to rub the rest deeply. Moving with more speed, my mouth worked to her arch, then to her heel. She was breathing heavily as I changed places of her feet and began the same treatment on the other. Reaching quickly to her hips, I took her panties on both sides and deftly pulled them down the length of her legs, casting them to the floor. Her legs. Rosie was cumming when I felt the telltale rumble. We’d never done this so I felt the need to warn her. “Rosie! Rosie! I’m…oh…ahhhhh.” I shot five times straight into her stomach. She finally released me once my tank was drained all the way to empty. I was relieved when she spun around and placed her head and pussy in their proper places on my body.My left hand roamed over her back and butt as I whispered, “Well, that was a pleasant surprise from my old fashioned girl. You didn’t learn. She didn’t know.She moved around the door and stayed low as she moved up toward the Humvee between us and Lawson’s SUV.I followed her, staying as low as I could. Bullets whizzed past, over our heads.On the ground were two men. They were dressed in normal clothes except for their vests, which were laden with clips for their rifles. Both of them were bloody and the one closest to me had a bullet hole in his head. His eyes were still open.I stopped and checked him. He didn’t have a pulse. I wasn’t. . . not that I noticed! I was a basketball player, 6'4, 200 lbs, not tall for college - but I came off the bench, aggressive defender, could shoot and contributed where I could (my avatar is real - put on about 30 lbs. since school).But this story is about what I didn't know about Rick (and vice versa) on a Thursday afternoon in 1986. We both had busy schedules - but we always had time on Thursdays to get together at his house and catch up on things. I got there at the usual - door unlocked as.