The worst were the ones they disemboweled and left to die where they lay. Each of us made a promise to teach these fuckers a lesson they would not for...get. The ‘Rules of Engagement’ – fuck the rules… For the next twenty days, Brad, John, and I picked off two companies of men one by one. We started with the privates and worked up to the officers. We laughed at how incompetent these so called military men were. Three of us killed over two hundred men in twenty days. The officers got the treatment. I couldn't hold back and told him so. He let my cock come out of his mouth and taking it in hand wanked me furiously until I shot my load into some of the tissue paper he had picked up with his other hand. I shot more cum than I had for ages, and my wife is an expert cocksucker, having had many years of practice. I was slightly embarrassed at what had just happened even though it had been a fantasy for years but I didn't have time to dwell on it for Ian was now standing up and pushing me down. At this age she began to recite the prayers, to wear her white, lace veil, and to attend mass, all of it with an almost exaggerated devotion, much to her mother’s distress. Her faith, however, seemed to be conditioned by her rebellion and not by her faith itself, and any small inconsistency was surely bound to trigger a reaction that would send her down the path of heresy again.One evening, Marcella decided she needed to print out an image of Our Lady for her prayers before bed, so she went. And lift her off the bed by her ass and hold her against me. Her open and wrapped around me. Our chests firmly pressed. My hands grabbing her ass fiercely, gripping almost painfully her sweet ass. We would play, passionately. Meeting, learning, listening, fighting somewhat irrationally, learning, listening, laughing. My dick would be ragingly thick and full and her pussy would be wet, and achingly open. Tight against my straight upward shaft and balls, occasionally sliding against it but only.