“Breeding Pass?” one of the boys asked.“Ummm ... Yeah,” Dawn responded. “I got a Breeding Pass.”“Can I have it?” The speaker was the s...immer of the two teens. His hair touseled giving him a reckless unkempt look. The quiet one was dressed in a cook’s outfit which looked very much out of place this far away from the food court.“Ummm ... no, they’re evil,” Dawn mumbled. She slipped a hand into her pocket to ensure the pass was still there. It was. Along with, to Dawn’s surprise, a second one. Now. The Combines then truly was the only exclusive week long dry spell. Of course Bruce suspected that Connie and Brenda probably engaged in some hanky panky during that interval and so he slyly retorted: ‘You do have point there Connie. I suppose though this sacrifice of celibacy is heavier on your part since you might not have been so deprived during the Combines week.’ Connie blushed as she understood exactly his allusion and so she replied: ‘Hush sweetheart you need not speculate on what does. It was like being draWn intothe warmest, silkiest cunt he had ever known and he became hard despite hispain, despite his embarrassment. 'Enough!' Katrina suddenly cried. 'The pleasure is mine, not yours, so stepaway James!' There was a delicious rush of cold air on Steve's cock, cooling the salivaon it as it slipped free of the hungry mouth, and it stood hard and erect,aching with pleasure, aching for pleasure. His eyes fluttered open, saw Katrina's eyes burning down into him, her. The second man was a beefy, bearded trucker with a green and yellow JohnDeere hat, a scar across his grizzled cheek, and a "Semper Fi" tattoo visiblethrough the thick hair of his muscled forearms.Finally, there was a teenager, probably no older than eighteen, with thewide-eyed enthusiasm of a boy out to see the world on his own for the firsttime. Apparently as a symbol of youthful rebellion, he had dyed his spikyhair a punkish bright green and, when he grinned, Leeta could see he also hada.