She took Deva’s place now, playing with her nipples. Her sweet moans were killing me but seemed to inspire our stud even more placing a third finger...in her tight cunt. She went ballistic, grabbing Deva’s shoulder length brown hair trying to suffocate him in her pussy.I am reading to cum Deva. I going to cum.” she moaned. Deva looked over at me while I resumed jacking off and he chuckled. What man gives up his woman’s pussy to another man he thought. Fuck it. This little brunette girl is so. My mind was racing with thoughts from what seemed like such a distant past. It was all coming back to me in waves.We ordered drinks and got our menus. My mind was elsewhere as I stared at the menu. When the time came to order I spoke mindlessly."I'll have the red snapper special." I muttered.I had snapper on my mind and it wasn't a fish. Dinner was for the most part relatively uneventful. It seemed as though Lauren purposely avoided any prolonged eye contact with me. I caught myself drifting. .. well, I guess, she can introduce herself." The new girl chewed on her lip a little, and stepped forward. She was wearing a dark blue t-shirt that was tight enough to faintly show the outline of her bra (I can't help it! You think guys don't occasionally look at a girl's chest?). "Umm..." she began, "My name's Shannon," I just about fainted. Shannon spoke softly, but the part that killed me was that she had a Scottish accent. It's hard for me to explain this properly, but I guess you could. .. Tristan: Calm down, will you?Morgana: You know the rules. No endangering mission security!Tristan: Well, let’s put it this way. If you could come up with a better way to convince a semi-innocent woman that she was about to face mortal danger than interrupting a good dream, I’d like to hear it. Oh, and let’s remember, the time pressure of an incoming attack.Morgana: I hate to be ghoulish and all, but could you have just not warned her? With everything else going to hell around us... Tristan:.