A quiver went through Greg and, involuntarily, his hips humped up off the bed. Slowly, insistently, her other hand continued pumping his stiff prong. ...t felt so swollen Greg was afraid it might burst. ‘Ohhhhhh!!! Godddddd!!!’ Greg groaned as Abby continued her wonderful manipulations. He closed his eyes. If he kept watching her, he was afraid he’d come, and he didn’t want to do that yet! The sight of Abby, naked, kneeling on the bed next to him was wondrous! Coupled with the supremely erotic. It was a pulsating beacon of brightness; my eyes adjusted and the penis dimmed, as did the two women’s groins, which had looked like they were on fire. Now they just looked like beacons attracting moths (or my cock) to the light.‘You’ll learn to get more discernment in time’The images were initially like poor quality black and white TV pictures from the 1960s, but as time went on I did find I could refine and improve the resolution and definition. I also found that I could start to focus at. I saw James’ feet, braced like a batter ready for a ball. The footsteps hesitated, then came down the hall. I watched as James’ feet twisted, heard his grunt, heard a sick thump, then a deafening shot. James had hit Justin but oh shit, Justin had a gun. I whispered, ‘Gun,’ into the receiver, then covered the earpiece with my hand. Another thump and then a clatter as Justin dropped the gun and it spun across the floor, oh shit, right under the bed. I grabbed it up, scooted backwards from under. In the interim Jack had visited Ali’s shack and returned with two more M2HB 50 calibres.“The problem is there’s no ammo for them Boss,” he said mournfully.Ted solved the problem by getting 3000 rounds of .50 API (armour piercing incendiaries) from the RAF which used them on their Kittyhawks.Sue made an uneventful trip loaded with ammunition and grenades. Shaun had looked with satisfaction at the heaped jerry cans of petrol, boxes of ammunition and cases of food. A camouflage net now hid the.