"Hi John," says Gwen cheerfully, giving you a kiss on the cheek and squeezing past you through the door."Happy Birthday," says Stacy. "Sorry we're lat.... We were almost here but then we decided we weren't dressed slutty enough, so we went back to change!"Stacy gives you a hug and a kiss, and you offer to take her coat. Underneath she's wearing tight black lycra hotpants over the top of black fishnet stockings and high heels. Her nipples are poking through a pink boob-tube top that barely. I was twenty five then and brother Austin fifteen. My late Mom was almost as keen a fisherman as me and one day it had dawned cloudy and cool she suggested we try the small stream that ran just below the house called Mill Creek. I let her use my old hip waders as the steam could be waded in places and wore rubber boots myself. The water was still fairly high as it can get low in late summer due to evaporation and careless irrigation which happened a lot back then when the water ran crystal. I pretended to be asleep to try to buy me some time to get hard again but did feel very excited alright at the prospect of being fucked by my horny girlfriend. I was so excited that my cock started to get hard again but I was nervous if I was hard enough to give her the fucking I knew she needed. She climbed into bed and reached down to my cock and pulled me off. She started licking my ear and drooling whispering that she wanted to be fucked. She then got on top of me and pulled out her. ”The Planetary Defense Force squad marched along the hull, the magnetic boots of their armored pressure suits securing them to the metal. The UNN-black paint was chipped here and there by years of wear and tear to reveal the silver metal and ceramics beneath. Their gear was all surplus, but it was better than anything that civilians could get a hold of, military-grade armor and earlier generation modular rifles. Probably wouldn’t count for much in a Bug invasion, and while that was the PDF’s.