"Breach? Is tha-" Ben stood up and asked before he was cut off by the sudden embrace of the newly humanized Breach, her only pair of now normal arms w...apped around his shoulders as she deeply smothered her mouth into his.The slight wrinkles under her eyes had vanished entirely, her skin was now a warm color, her posture was more upright and her mutated large arms were now normal sized with the absence of her two lower ones. Behind the now kissing couple stood a smirking Rex who was now dusting. She moaned loudly. I was afraid that other rooms might complain about the sound. I grabbed her mouth with my other hand and increased my speed. I could hear her moans under my hand, as she licked my palm.As I was about to cum in her, she suddenly pushed me back. I thought she got angry for some reason. But she turned around and adjusted her body in doggy style. She gave me a wink as she looked towards her butt and started to shake her ass. “I won’t let you go so easily,” she said.I pulled back. ‘Where’s ‘R2’ when you really need him?’ thought the Star Wars fan hysterically as he struggled to do too many tasks at once.Boom!John flinched! It felt like something substantial had just fallen off his Super Warthog; the resultant kick threw him fifty metres higher and exposed him to the dickhead’s anti-air systems, not a pleasant thought. John cranked the control column forward; desperate to lose the height he’d just gained and hoped that he wasn’t being too violent with his crippled. Pauline was a senior at State, a Business Administration major, the night of the aforementioned soiree, and I'd just been discharged from the Army. If it matters, I'd been a supply sergeant. I was there, at the dance, as Pauline informed me up front, to escort her and to make her current boyfriend, Dennis Rodman, jealous. Dennis, it seems, had not been as attentive as he might have been toward our girl. Anyway, I was game, and we'd succeeded: we'd made him jealous. And, predictably, Pauline.