She was the picture of a damsel in distress being rescued as he carried her to the couch and gently laid her down. Her dress had slid up to her waist ...hile her legs were swinging. She ignored it."Lisa?" When she did not immediately respond, he softly kissed her, then his tongue slipped between her lips and the kiss was very very deep and insistent. Her eyes opened wide and she struggled, but he caught both her hands and pinned them to the couch above her head. And kept up the kiss. His manhood. I was more then a little shocked to see a tall brunette, dressed in a lot of leather, huge breasts, that were barely covered and looked like they were straining to get out. Standing when I came in, holding out her hand, “Thomas Blackburn, it is so good to finally meet you, I am glad you decided to drive over and see what the school has to offer someone like you. Please have a seat, and can I get you something to drink?” She had motioned to two chairs facing each other to the side of her desk,. They could not communicate among themselves except by shouts or hand signals within arms length of each other.Their weapons—mechanical assault rifles and squad automatic weapons—still worked. The RPG firing circuits were fried. Men threw their heavy rocket packs down in disgust and stumbled onward."This is suicide," the men cursed to themselves. "That damned hole! Two hundred meters deep! Too far to fall, too shallow to parachute into, and one hell of a long rappel, even without somebody. She was still quivering, not from the orgasm, but from excitement and nerves. The white woman’s breasts settled on both sides of Rachel’s small chest. She moved her tummy against the black girl’s. Rachel lifted her legs up and bent her knees. Madeleine’s pubic patch brushed against Rachel’s curly wiry mop. Both women inhaled deeply. “Does that mean I can fuck you Monica ?”, asked Madeleine looking at Rachel’s position of submission.“Oh yes Madeleine…please fuck me”, answered Rachel, opening her.