Except for her stockings, she was naked. Erika had taken off the bra and panties underneath her business attire before she came. Ben sat down in surpr...se. She giggled in delight as she silenced his incoherent mumbling by guiding one of her tits onto his lips.Erika blushed, more about her words than being naked in Ben’s arms, as she confessed, “Today, I came ready. I wanted to be ready for you. A striptease would take too long. I’ll leave it for a hot video, for our sexting. Today you want me. He always liked your fashion sense and your taste in wine. As for the ‘fag’ bit, I must object to that. He’s a good guy. We just couldn’t work it out because I’m bi and there were some other issues. But he’s a good guy overall. You should hang out with him. He works for the Clinton campaign, I believe,” I clarified.“Ugh, Hillary, and he and I had such promise! Why in God’s name would anyone want to support her over Donald Trump? Is it really just about gay rights for him, because Donald isn’t. It took a quarter hour to arrive at the sprawling base. A high fence surrounded the base and I just parked in a more deserted area close to the fence. I was over the barrier in a flash and ran between the buildings. My eye ranging above me to keep me from running into base personnel.Between two buildings I saw a small unattended truck. I would need this to get by the people walking and driving about. The truck went into neutral and I drove it with my mind towards me. When it swung into position. ‘You filthy bitch,’ she laughed. ‘This’ll teach you.’ She walked over to where Sophie was crouching down and lifted her nightie, pointing her shaved pussy straight at Emma’s face. ‘What are you do…?’ Sophie began but stopped as a jet of piss flew from Emma and hit her straight in the mouth. She gagged at the heat of it but swallowed involuntarily, feeling the spark inside her growing stronger. A steady flow splashed down her chin, trickling over her boobs and falling to the floor. For some.