The men were on foot, stumbling and struggling toward the gaping hole. They called to report their situation but the radios in their combat helmets we...e dead. So were the backup radios in their belt packs. All their systems were silent, useless.They struggled forward, blind without their light-enhancing helmet goggles. 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. ” I asked, “not full excitement ma’am?” She said, “the excitement can increase still more.” I asked, “can I also get more excited? And if yes then how?” She said, “by breasts or vagina-by touching and sucking them.” Then she asked shyly, “Would you like to touch my breasts?” When I replied positively she said,” then what r u waiting for! Come on.” I went nearer to her and again hugged her. I slipped her saree from her shoulder and touched her breasts (inside her blouse) very slowly.As I was. ”The man pointed his rifle at my chest.“If you’re lying and he doesn’t recognize you, I’m putting a slug through your chest. Don’t make that face, kid, things are rough all around these days.”I swallowed hard as what was supposedly Harris walked up to me.“Don’t know him boss.”“Wait!” I shouted. “Wait, wait, you ‘do’ know me! Before the war, twenty years ago, you were nineteen, I was about twelve, I was ... I am your cousin.” I wracked my brain trying to dredge up some memory, something that he. A finger pressed into my wetness and my body opened gladly. A second finger joined the first with the next stroke. I felt his hot breath upon my skin as his lips brushed up against my pussy. A quick dart of his tongue lashed out and in, brushing over my very sensitive clit. His fingers began a quick, driving rhythm, in and out, with his tongue quickly matching, rubbing lightly up and down over my swollen clit.I could feel a rushing orgasm moving up through my whole body.That bastard was going.