"Rob, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about! Stop this at once!" The tone was trying very hard for anger and incredulity, but sounded more...worried than anything.I sat there and just stared at her. The emotion I was feeling most of all was sadness. Sadness that it had come to this. I had done all I could and this is how it got repaid.My name is Robert Martin, and I first met Amanda Pierce at Emory University, in Atlanta, about fifteen years ago. I was the only child of a couple of. "I don't like how the hanger deck has only a pair of suits," Wood added as she rested both hands on her pistols. "There should be at least another pair of guards with them."I waved for Richard to step aside and he did, uncertain of my instructions. Now that I could see the communications console again, I said, "Jen, make an announcement. All department heads are to send non-essential personnel that have weapons training and current certifications to pick up weapons at the main armory and wait. I climbed off and led the guys to the bedroom where I directed Matt to lay down with his head at the foot of the bed. I climbed on top of him, kneeling over him, ready for Nate to pound me with his cock.“Watch his cock enter me,” I said as Nate moved up behind my raised ass. “Look how wet he has made my pussy”Nate entered me from behind slowly. I looked back to see Matt transfixed by the sight.With a final push, Nate entered me completely. “ungh!” I said as his cock started to move in and out. He imagined her hands traveling up his wet body; across his chest, down his stomach. Joe's soapy hands impersonated her's as he stroked himself. Lost in the fantasy he saw her kneeling naked in front of him. He saw the water matting her hair and tracing a river down her shoulders, dripping off of her nipples or down her back to her supple ass. Her hands grip his hips as she takes him into her mouth. Sucking, pulling and stroking him while her tongue circles the tip of his member. Joe's climax.