My tongue worked his shaft as my lips enveloped him. My mouth was hot and relentless, and I could tell by the way he was moving and moaning that I had... him close. I let go of his balls and used my hand on his shaft, mimicking the movements of my greedy mouth as I went up and down. I suctioned him harder, coaxing with my hand, as my rhythm increased. I wanted to taste him, to feel him explode into my mouth. His knees buckled, and I could feel the first contractions in my mouth as he started to. I could see a causeway that led out to the island. At the end of the causeway was a one vehicle at-a-time bridge.It was very evident that the water stretching out in front of us was not the main section of the river. It appeared to be a portion of the river that diverted around the island. Near the bridge was a small park, which contained a picnic table. We stopped for a moment to enjoy the scenery. I enjoyed listening to the lapping of the waves, and the fresh moist smell that was coming off. Being shot at can make you do some weird things.After about 10 rounds had been fired by us, the shooting from the ravine stopped. I didn't know what that meant, but we were told to cease fire while our men went in. Suddenly, a whole flock of men rose from the ground and rushed the ravine. They had been so well concealed that I didn't even know that they were there, and we were on the same side!There was a hell of a lot of shooting when the grunts got to the ravine. We couldn't see what was. We rested for a little while. I don't know how long. Soon, though, she slid down my body, licking as she went. My soft cock went into her mouth and she expertly sucked me to hardness once again. This time she was on top. Teresa rode me for all she was worth and at one point leaned forward so I could suck a little more milk from her breast as she squeezed some from the other onto my chest as I filled her again.Eventually we got up, drank a Coke, and kissed for a while before bothering to.