”“Well, we’ll teach you how to kill, instead of be killed.”“That’s a… pretty aggressive way to put it.”“Yeah, but where you’re hea...ed, out into the field on some dig in the ass-end of nowhere, there can be some seriously bad guys out there. Hopefully, there’s lots of alternatives short of kill or be killed. But someday, that could be what it comes down to: kill or be killed. In that case, I’d much rather you knew how to… be aggressive.”“Okay, I guess I could buy that.”“Anyway, that’s why I. .um...it was still all foggy.... Could Steve have walked by her room and seen her playing with herself...then got arroused by that sight. She couldn't be angry...how could she...Robbie and her had both watched Steve and Sylvia fucking...which was bad....very bad...but then he'd let Robbie play with her breasts, and worse...allowed him to touch her pussy, which, to her shame...was soaking wet. God what a mess...and now Steves left and she's all alone..nobody to help her sort her confusion. She. I do know that she was a squirter, because just as I prepared to blow my own load, her cunt just gushed against my chest. That was as wet as I got, because Marianne’s mouth thirstily accepted the rest. I put my tip on Christy’s clit while I shot my cum against it, which triggered another series of orgasms/eruptions, and Marianne was left the daunting task of licking her lesbian lover’s slit dry, which she eagerly accepted (and completed). Now I was left with a moral quandary: what to do now.. I squealed as the fucking shook my tits loose of the bra andtugged on my chest, as I'd always imagined they would. She took herforearm and dug it into the back of my neck, forcing herself in and outof me at top speed, burying the cock all the way in and taking it almostall the way out, over and over again. I started to scream and moan, Icouldn't take it anymore!! "Scream as loud as you want, you little bitch, no one can hear you downhere," Ms. Andrea laughed. "In fact, no one even knows there's.