Garth stood and began to undress without missing a beat. Joe followed, realizing he really had no choice in the matter, and thoughts of an orgy ran th...ough his mind.Kit glanced at the others. Joe was standing in his Jockey's. Val had lost her shirt and was reaching behind her to undo her bra hooks. Garth kicked off his loafers and lowered his slacks. He was not wearing underwear, and his hardon sprang free and bobbed up and down, reminding her of a sprinter at the starting blocks waiting for. I leaned forward to kiss her. Our lips locked into a long passionate french kiss. While I was hugging her, I had removed her bra and those mangoes were set free. Her size was around 38 and they were really large.I started cupping and squeezing them. Then I decided to take it slow. I began to lick her nipples and she too started doing her part. I felt warm fingers open my underwear and grabbing my dick. The moment she touched it, I was already in a good mood.I began sucking her boobs and she. “I mean, Sir?” He remembered just in the nick of time whom he was addressing.The Colonel slowly nodded his head.“Then that means,” Lieutenant Barley’s mind was working overtime now. “That means that they knew that there was going to be… that what happened was going to happen. I mean…”“Yes,” the Colonel agreed. “They had to have known. An underground city was constructed for them long before the sun’s radiation became lethal. They had advance knowledge, and they have advanced technology, and. The hot licking flames threaten to consume my flesh and yet I cannot stop this trembling from deep within. I turn to face the drums. The harmony of their beat seeps into the very core of my being, enticing my body to move, every sense aroused by the sensual groove. My hair cascades down my back in shimmering waves, wild like the mane of a horse. The light fabric of my skirt, flaming red hue of an autumn leaf, flutters around my legs, butterfly kisses as I sway. Pretty, sheer peasant blouse.