Because of this, I would have hours alone with him. We would go hiking alone, examine plants and a****ls, play games I felt so special, knowing that t...he head of the camp was spending time alone with me. He started to call me "boy", saying it was my nickname, the only one he gave anyone. It felt special. Sometimes he would rub my shoulders while he stood behind me, watching me draw or eat. He would asking me if I liked the shoulder rubs, that I was special because no one else go them. I always. My claymore exploding joined about half a dozen others, and the resulting spray of steel pellets downed a good quarter of the attackers.By the time we blew our first claymores, a third wave of commies was there to exploit gaps that were appearing in the concertina obstacle. I was reaching for the clacker to fire a second claymore, when an RPG rocket hit the left front corner of our bunker. Even though I was on the other side of the bunker, the blast wave, hot sand and some shrapnel knocked me. .. then it is going to be one hell of a dream! Probably a very, very wet one!”Just as Jack was running this idea through his head he heard a voice nearby say, “Hey! Don’t keep him all to yourself. We want some too!”The lips kissing Jack’s lips pulled away as Rachel’s head turned and spoke into the darkness. “Don’t worry! You will get your turn. I am just warming him up for you. OK!”There was a brief pause before another voice in the darkness spoke up. “Yer, OK. Just don’t keep us waiting too. She felt as if two beans were moving inside it. Anjali let his wet and shining testis hang and resumed sucking his cock and she kissed and licked the bulbous head. The minute holes had oozed pre-cum which she licked. The head was now shining and Anjali spat some saliva on her hand and applied it around the penis. She sucked harder and his moans grew louder. Her tongue raced his cock from top to bottom and then he held her head and forced his cock deep in her mouth.Prakash removed her blouse and.