She started lifting off her sash, but Marc interrupted her. No, leave that on. Abby tugged her shirt out from her skirt waistband, and slowly unbutton...d it. She slipped the cotton blouse off her shoulders and onto the sawdust-covered floor. The young mom stood before the men in her bra, her sash still in place. You know, Greg? I dont think Girl Scouts wear that kind of bra, either, said Marc, grinning broadly. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! Abby squealed to herself. Heart pounding, the young blonde. His hand wrapped around the back of my head and I was being thoroughly kissed in return.I finally pulled back and looked at the woman that was now in front of me. She grumbled as she gripped the front of my shirt, “You shouldn’t have done that.”I grinned at him, “You’re mine, so the fact you are in season is beside the point. Although, you’ll probably end up pregnant if I’m anything like my father. If you don’t wish this, then I will turn female for you. But then you’ll have to satisfy me, and. The problem is that Taylor and what passes for the government is collapsing. Both rebel groups are surrounding Monrovia and beginning to press inward. Nobody is paying much attention to civilian status or noncombatants, but they are just killing everybody they see. LURD is the worst. LURD is beginning to mortar and shell the city, indiscriminately at first, but then they began targeting white owned and foreign sections of the city, including the embassy area.”“Are we getting any evidence of. And as he cupped my breast in his palm, brushing his thumb over my highly-sensitive nipple, I moaned into his mouth. I was completely at his mercy, my right arm slung over his shoulder, my left hand still trapped between his thighs. ‘Gotcha,’ he said with a grin, pressing his forehead against mine. ‘Now what are you going to do?’ ‘Luke!’ I gazed at him helplessly, more aroused than I’d ever been in my life, moisture pooling between my thighs. ‘Let me touch you.’ ‘Uh uh.’ He shook his head,.