A combination of vanilla and something familiar but I can't place it immediately. Then I realize that it's your pussy juices I smell in addition to yo...r perfume."Yes, sir?" you sultrily ask me."What in the hell do you think you're doing?" Just trying to advance my education, sirrrrrr," you reply sarcastically, licking your lips. "What's the matter? Was I a naughty girl in class tonight?"You just hit me with that clue by four and I finally realize what you're doing."Yes you were a naughty girl.. " Like I said, just a thought. But as soon as we kick these assholes out of here, how about we have some hands-on lessons." It'll be the first thing," Brett said. "Now lets get finished up here. We still have one more day of hit and run drops to make."The hit and run teams were only able to hit the militia twice during that day, costing them only four men. This close to Garden Hill there simply wasn't all that many places that drops could be made safely without their enemy being able to see. She looked once more at the finished image in the mirror. Just right. Rachel decided not to use her car, but ordered a taxi to take her to the high class restaurant where they were dining. This was a social occasion and she had no wish to be put in the position of refusing drinks. Nowadays almost anything was enough to put a driver over the legal limit and she didn’t want to take a risk. The taxi arrived promptly and deposited her at the restaurant ten minutes early, but even so, Hartley Bowers. My cock seemed to throb and twitch of its own accord with her pace slowly increasing. Like a vice, her hand held my wrists in place as she arched her back. Grinding and sliding. she rode at a slow stride to a gentle trot. The sounds beginning to escape her were ravenous and neigh beastial. Soon she had gone from a gentle trot to relentless ramming. I knew that if she kept up that speed, neither of us were going to last much longer. With that. I pull my hands free from the valkarys grip and.