She snuggled into my shoulder, her hand stroking down my side to gently squeeze my rigid rod and slide her part clenched hand on the taunt skin. A has...y kiss, a push over onto her back, lips onto a nipple, sucking, as my hand slid roughly down her stomach to force her knees apart. There was little resistance as I rolled on top of her, the knob of my beef baton nestling in the wet opening, rubbing around the lips and increasing her desire. She was quick to take advantage of this position,. She looked very alert and happy this morning. She smiled at Glen and said, “It’s really pretty outside. I like the snow.”Glen stared at the back of the cereal box to avoid looking at Sandra. After a few minutes of that, he turned around and moved to the desk. At least there, he wasn’t facing her directly. His cock was hard as iron and it pained him as it pressed against his tight jeans. He was going to have to take a shower this morning and jack-off in there. He had done that ever since the sex. “Assuming all of them expend their magazines at once, you’d have three seconds to act; less if one of them is well-practiced enough. Even then, they might be deafened from the gunfire and not hear you.”“They ain’t practiced.” Mander interjected. “We learned that back at the caverns. Granted, we had the drop on them, but it was pistols against submachineguns; they still should’ve gotten at least one of us before we got them. But how many of them could’ve trained on the MP-40 before now? How many. Just a great time. All the usual stuff. Cotton candy, rides, and a ton of laughs. We sneak off, on a few occasions to smoke a joint and drink a little peppermint schnapps. It's already safe to say this is one of my favorite nights ever. The fair, experiencing it all with you. I know already, I'll never forget this night.When we finally decide to walk to your house, we're both a little tired, and more than a little stoned and drunk. We're still laughing and playing, just with a little less.