"You're beautiful when you cum, Stephanie." I told you to stop," she manages to gasp out eventually."And then you came. Do you want me to stop or do y...u want to cum again?"She swallows and then says something under her breath."What was that?" I want to cum again, Mister Bauer. Please." Put your hands above your head." You command."Why?" You lied to me. You're clearly no good girl. Scratching me like that, hitting me. And cumming like a little slut. You're a bad girl, Stephanie." Your pronounce. "If I did, do you think I'd be here? I did say you are the only person in this town that I would ask to stay with. Do you think I would do that if I thought you had taken advantage of me?" She had a good point. "I was just making sure; by the way you described what you were thinking, I was concerned that you didn't feel like you were thinking clearly." I was, most definitely, thinking clearly, just as I was thinking clearly an hour ago." She smiled that same smile at me, and I melted a bit,. Her swaying breasts brushed his bare chest. Jeffery didn’t want the contact to stop so he reached down and helped remove the barrier to his own impending scene. Greta kissed his lips, hard, lingering her tongue on his. Her breasts jostled on his chest. She broke off and moved to his left nipple, lipping, tonguing and teething it. The right nipple got the same caresses. The tip of Jeffery’s knob tingled from the reflected nerve activity. Greta went further down, kissing his belly button. He smiled and motioned that there was room down by him at the other end of the hall. With their own bags over their shoulders, they carefully made their way through the minefield – periodically exchanging apologetic glances with their fellow refugees.As they drew closer, the man smiled at Jaycee. “I see you were finally able to get him to wake up.”To Andy he extended his hand and introduced himself, “Grant Thomas.”“Andy Erickson.” As Andy shook his hand, he noticed the older man was a good four.