Again multiple births seemed to be the number of the day.We have now set up a fortress to live in. Great sight lines for the bows and cross bows. Seei...g that the Guards have decided to "modify" the technology, we have to, but along much more mundane ways, rather then trying to completely bastardise it. The cross bows don't use a string, but a driver similar to the glove but smaller and more specific. Soon we'll create a projectile weapon. I'm thinking of a modified Gauss gun, rather than trying. Ben felt her relax but held her firmly on his lap keeping his cock inside her for as long as she wanted. She jerked when he flicked her nipples with his tongue before sucking hard on them. When he was done, she seemed to pass out. Holding her to him, he held her limp body against his in an affectionate embrace until she came to. Jean stirred after a few minutes as she began to regain her senses. Awareness came back to her toes, then feet on up through her legs to the rest of her body. She didn't have to count the rings any more, the sound was imprinted in her brain, indelibly."Hello?" Yes, he's locking the garage door now. Hold on a minute..."Unavoidably, she knew it was work. Probably some tip on the drug bust, she guessed. But who could tell? The underground policemen with whom Art worked seemed to communicate in a secret language that she couldn't decipher.Hearing clomping in the hallway, Kathy turned in time to hand Art the receiver, shooting him a warning glance, silent. "So ... you've wondered what my mother's boobs look like huh? Not to mention your own mothers."I didn't tell her I'd actually seen my own mother's breasts on several occasions, mostly by accident especially as I'd gotten older."Listen, its just a natural curiosity is all," I tried explaining to her. "Anita's got breasts nearly the same size as yours, so it's like wondering what yours will look like when you're her age is all." Bet you would like to see them if you could wouldn't you?"I didn't.