“Well, Ali did call me a fuddy-duddy yesterday,” I joked.“I’m serious, Paul. Go tell the tabloids to sod off and go have some fun while I go b...ck to dreary school and homework. If Ali thinks you’re a fuddy-duddy, have her call me. I’ll set her straight for you.”“Gee, thanks, I think. I’m glad you’re settled back in class, and I did enjoy having dinner with you last weekend.”“Me, too. Now I just need to figure out how to get you to take me to some dances this year. Otherwise, the Stanford girls. The two locals took us to a cave they’d been hiding in with their mates and children. Within a few hours we had two recruits and a bucketful of intelligence.”“Good,” I murmured approvingly when Burton paused. I noted him looking across the camp as he spoke, eyeing people as they went about their business; both his own people and mine. I also noted him glancing occasionally towards where Helen was helping set up a temporary shelter for us, just in case it rained. Whenever he caught her eye, he. Nick and Galen were fondling my breasts with their hands. I couldn't think straight with all three men pleasuring me at once.Nick and Galen then replaced their hands with their mouths on them. Eddie on the other hands carefully pulled off my panties. My naked pussy responded to his fingers lightly touching it. I couldn't decide which guy I wanted to start with. So I decided to make out with Nick first.He pulled himself back from me and said, "Let's take all this to the bedroom."We all smiled as. Could that man be me? Last but certainly not least was Lindsay, a deliriously beautiful 18-year-old who just graduated from high school three days ago. Lindsay was a total vision of loveliness who seemed entirely too sweet and innocent to get involved in a naughty project such as the one that I was presenting. Nevertheless, I gladly welcomed Lindsay, along with her very ripe and nubile 34c-22-32 figure, into my midst. With long-flowing blonde hair, blue eyes and the face of a cosmetics model,.