My tongue played with the tip. Then I took the whole thing in my mouth. I felt the tip touch the back of my throat and I relaxed a little bit. I tried...swallowing. I felt his pubic hair tickle my nose. My head started bobbing up and down on his dick. His dick jumped a bit in my mouth. My hand reached up and played with his balls. Just then, as I felt the tip touch the back of my throat, he let go. The first spurt hit the back of my throat. I moved my mouth off his dick and the next spit hit me. They continued their charge.I began firing, still on semi-automatic and dropped two more of the Tiglons. Able took care of the rest of them, and I had to believe that I had my first substitute hunter.Now we had to figure out why the thrown rock did the trick when nothing else would. After a long discussion, we came to the conclusion that the Tiglons had no idea what a gun could do, so they ignored it, but they somehow were aware of what a thrown rock could do, and that was something that they. As they neared the first buildings Reloa stopped. "Dar," she pulled on his arm. "You don't have to take me to Agravus. You can have me if you want me." I'm sorry," Darsonus kissed her forehead. "I do have to take you to Agravus. I gave my word when I took your father's money." But he was cheating you." Yes, and he will pay for that. My word is the only possession I have that I can keep my whole life. When I am too old to lift a sword I will still have my word, assuming I live that long. That is. His words were cut off by another incoming round. Mack had an idea, but wished he hadn’t. “Lieutenant, my squad’s closest to the hill. What if the platoon lays down covering fire long enough for us to shag ass over there? If it’s just the weapons crew, odds are they’ll ‘di di’ when they see us coming.” What he didn’t need to say, what both he and the Lieutenant knew, was that if the crew didn’t leave and the position was defended, the squad could be in a world of hurt. Lieutenant Lester.