Anyone can be a soldier; give some kid a gun, tell them to point and pull the trigger.”“True,” she nodded. “In some parts of the world they do...that.”“Exactly,” he grinned and wiped his forehead. “But being a sniper requires talent only a few have.”“And you think you have that talent?”“I have no clue. But you don’t know until you try, am I right?”“Amen,” she quirked her head.“Of course, I think I’d look cool in an aviator jacket.”“Tom Cruise?”“Maverick,” he laughed.They got back and he followed. Christine looked so beautiful as she rocked in and out of him. I turned my head to the side and watched with amazement as Connie, squatting over Jim’s HUGE pole-of-a-cock, worked to try and get it all into her pussy. My attention was suddenly brought back to Mike as he inserted a fiber up my ass. That did it and I shot my cum up into Mike’s mouth. He coughed and gagged as I did. This made Christine giggle and she pumped into him even faster. She suddenly pulled out of him and pulled of f the. Entry was slow, the flared head stretching the pink ring slowly and unyieldingly, like the incoming tide. Screams similar to those of sea gulls fell on deaf ears. Grunts passed through his gnashed teeth.Her teeth also gnashed, her head thrown up and back, eyes screwed shut. Thighs and buttocks clenched like knotted rope, fighting the unwanted penetration.There was no audible pop, but he felt it through his soul, when the thick ring snapped over his flared rim. He paused, just for a moment,. I waited for a few minutes before I walked over to the door. I peeked through the crack of the door, and watch as Trina reached into the shower, turned on the water and adjusting the temperature until it was just right. She then pulled off her tee shirt that revealed her perky breasts, and then came her pink panties. Trina then stepped into the shower, and disappeared out of my sight. I pushed the bathroom door open slowly so that Trina wouldn’t hear me; I took a step in and found her panties.