Kissing her, I asked if she'd enjoyed herself. Pushing her face against the side of my neck she whispered, 'Oh, God. I can't believe I just let three ...trangers fuck me.' 'But, did you have fun?' 'Yes! Shit! What kind'a girl does that make me? I never thought I'd do anything like this and now I have and...' 'And you had fun,' I finished the sentence she was to embarrassed to finish. 'And what kind'a girl does enjoying three me tonight make you? It makes you just like me. A slut. Say it... Admit. Around the back, Clark found another entrance and a large covered deck accessed from the inside through sliding glass doors. The glass appeared to be shatterproof.The doorknob to the back entrance didn’t turn, and the extra keyhole above it didn’t give him much optimism. Nevertheless, it was the best option to gain access to the house. With a putty knife Clark was able to slide the latch from the door frame, but there was nothing in his tool bag to retract the deadbolt.Frustrated, he stepped. All he could think of was that one thing he had heard. Arf arf. Arf arf? Why the flying fuck had he heard, if only for a few seconds, the sounds of DMX’s rapping? As he worried at at that thought, Relix swore. “Scrying has an Asp fighter coming towards your position. Screw it, Speccy, get the emergency teleporter online!”Merton’s brow furrowed. He looked out through space and could see the slender, triangular dart of the Asp fighter. It was moving forward slowly. Carefully. Like the pilot had. Her thighs pressed against either side of his head, making him feel pleasantly confined in a truly happy place. When she pulled him away from her pussy he felt a momentary sense of loss and desperation to be back between her legs and giving her pleasure. “On the floor. On your back,” April commanded and without hesitation Pete obeyed. She stood over him as Pete looked up, offering an irresistible view of the smooth pussy he’d so eagerly licked. “Do you want to taste me?” she asked, looking down.