Stacy didn't comment. She liked Al okay, and Phil, but she was mostly interested in the sexual pleasures she could share with them. She didn't want to...start confusing sex with love--she was far too young to get serious about anybody--and the way she felt right then she wanted to sample many cocks. She wanted to become as carefree as Betty. She just might try out Pee-wee's big cock. If she was going to try and be like Betty she might as well go all the way.She turned her face toward Al and his. "There were ten of us, five males, and five females. Five you know of, all of us here. Of the last five four were killed a few months into the program. The last was a young woman named Helga. The Doctor gave her to the soldiers to... to use. She did it to survive we thought she was with the soldiers when the bunker exploded, now? Neither I nor Truda are sure." "So how do you think she responded after they were all killed? I haven't felt any others as strong as we are out there." Alan stated. . But I thought, 'Wait till Mark gets his mind changed, he'll show them all." There were folks sitting here and there in the stands, family and friends of the kids on the field, I guessed. Over away from the players, the cheerleaders were practicing. A couple of them were pretty cute, too, for jail bait." The school boosters were selling refreshments. I bought a couple sodas, orange for me and a coke for Mark; easier to tell them apart that way. While he was talking to some kid, I poured. There she spread her towel out on the ground, pushed me down on it onto my back and straddled my chest. She moved up until my chin was buried in her bush and said "I think this'll work, don't you?" Unable to actually answer, I nodded my head and, began to lick the lips of her pussy softly, then probed as deeply as I could with my tongue. She began to rock her hips on me, grinding her pussy into my mouth as she said "Oh yeah. This definitely works." I reached up with my hands, pushed the bra of.