Everyone had 10 full magazines with another 100 rounds in the backpacks. One in the R15, four of the magazines were in their pants pockets and five mo...re magazines in their backpack. That would be 500 rounds times 120. The pain was making it hard to think. Add the noise from the shooting, Willa was having a really hard time thinking. Well 500 times 100 would be 5,000. No, no, that’s not right. 50,000 rounds. That’s it and 5 times 12 would be 60. We have 60,000 rounds. Someone scouted “UNO!” then. The sight was unlike any that Vanessa had ever seen. Oh, she?d had her fair share of make-out sessions and experimentation in high school and college, but she?d never felt anything like the intense desire she felt for these five beauties. The attraction was more than mental, it was almost physical, and she gripped the threshold of the door as though she might be pulled in against her will.And yet, they were almost unreal. They seemed to wisp and flicker in her mind like a mirage. Like looking. She kept a professional attitude with me and gave no hint of her sexual perversions side. It was hard at first to get the words out and felt very foolish.“I wanted to talk about... that night...we...uh...can we...maybe...do it...again?”I was not brave enough to tell her that I needed to be fucked but try to be coy about it. She gave me a devilish grin and understood full well what I wanted, but she was not going to play fair. She was going to see how far I have fallen and take me a little bit. I made my way down, without removing his towel I ran my face across his bump in his towel, I could feel his cock straining to get out, to let me lick his shaft, suck his balls, but I was in charge here, I used my chin to stroke his cock.I again looked him in the eyes, we locked into another kiss, a gentle kiss, he was not a man you were rough with, he wanted someone to make love to him but no strings, I pulled him tight into a hug, held him there, I could hear him sigh, like I was giving him.