It was time to clean the genepool, and those scum could be among the first to leave it.“Don’t worry. Our own guns are giving them far more hell, a...s you know. Rat bastards don’t fucking know how to use forward observers. They miss more than they hit, though what they hit does harm enough,” I pointed out to Anne.“Plus, those guns of theirs are rather primitive by comparison,” Anne noticed.“Yeah, I’d say so. Superior shells, superior rockets. Superior mortars for when they get closer. Claymore. Philip returned home after seeing Mary bedded down for the night and looking in on their baby daughter before he came back home, showered and then went to bed by himself.Philip half thought if he'd call up Summer or Celia that even in the middle of the night he could get one of them to rendezvous with him for a middle of the night fuck session. He should have thought about how horny he'd been while Mary was away from their marital bed giving birth. Damn, Philip thought, why didn't I think of. As she made her way past security she retrieved her shoes and I saw her glance back to see him standing there like a desperate idiot. She seemed irritated by this and knelt down with her back to him to begin putting her shoes back on. I watched her slip on each shoe and as she rose her eyes met mine. There it was. That expression that I know all to well. Her eyes seemed to say “Fuck me that guy is hot.” I casually grinned at her and winked and she produced wicked half-smile as she stood. When. Obvious really it was hers, lifted up to see exciting view of bum cheeks covered in glistening juice. Camera buried in chair back just above arm. Dipped three fingers into cunt, pulled out gobbet of wetness, smeared it onto boys prick then sucked it all off. Boy grew in size by third attempt to slake her thirst, he grabbed back of her head with free hand and forced prick to back of her throat for what seemed like minutes before letting go of pressure and spewing spunk into her mouth. Managed to.