I really didn't give a shit about Gina's over dramatic speech. Bria laid me on the bed and I felt the coolness of the sheets against my back. My legs ...ere spread, then I felt her leave the bed. "So... you like strawberries huh?" I heard her bite into the juicy berry and smack triumphantly. "I bet your body does too." She traced the sweet fruit along the shape of my nipples, down my midsection to my navel, and then traced the lining of my pussy lips. Along that same trail came her tongue. Her. Some might call them cannon fodder, but they’re undead, so can’t be killed or stopped, of course.“The previous perimeter, the Donner Line, was sundered in four places, of course. So many local volunteers in a paltry excuse for a hastily recruited home guard ... it’s no surprise that they couldn’t hold. Many were armed well enough, but mustered with undue haste and sent into battle as green as frogs.“Poor, unlucky bastards! The lads broke and ran at Burns and Hines, and then at Madras. It didn’t. By of all people Mandy.Mandy? I hear you ask? An old friend from the past. I’d known her through a car club we were both members of. Her husband had been somewhat of a geek about cars and had the ability to reach ‘boring’ status in about the same time as our cars could take to accelerate to sixty miles an hour.Mandy, however, was different, if slightly unfortunate. Nature had been kind in the sense that she had a sensational body, but most unkind in her looks. She was, in service parlance a. Now I'm ready to get back to enjoyingthe evening."I stepped closer and leaned to place my glass on the table. She reachedout and ran her hand up the inside of my leg under the dress."I think I might like this though," she leaned closer.I backed away before she got high enough to touch anything other than myleg.I slowly got to my knees and placed my hands on her legs gently pushingthem apart. I slid my hands up pushing her dress out of the way as Imoved up exposing a white translucent g-string.