My hand reaching down to his crotch, squeezing his stiff penis thru the payama pants, simultaneously, John's hands sqeezing my breasts, his hands work...ng freneticly, fascinated by the size and softness, like all boys were fascinated by female, mature, breasts.The next, I was on my back, his body covering mine. The moon painting out the contours of his face, eyes burning with heat, moans, panthing and hot touches exchanging. He started humping me, but we still had our clothes on. Our mouths met,. .Da...the otherman, he offered a pleased grin. "It would appear that our efforts weresuccessful. Now it's on to stage two. Would you please take care of theprimary host while I prepare the neural package." He turned a sickeningsmile full of rotting, yellow teeth towards the girl. "We wouldn't wantto leave you with any hope of going back, now would we?"At first, those words confused me. Why would this girl, who hadapparently come back to life, want to go back to being dead? It made nosense to. I just stared and was curious, was he still pissed or was this just fore-play to him. He then pushed me against a wall by groping my breasts. While he took what was left of my top off, and tossed it into a corner. He then kissed me, I kissed back. I embrace him as he, licked my neck and sucked on my ears. While all the time, he fondled my naked breasts. My breathing became ragged, as he lifted me up and carried me to the lounge room. I wanted his cock so bad. I wanted his cock to hold, suck, to. Slowly we begin dry humping like to teenagers. M’s dress begins riding up her thighs, stocking-tops peeking out. M removes my shirt running her fingers through my chest hair while I begin unzipping her. Her hands continue down to my waist unbuckling my belt and freeing my swollen member. Reaching into my boxers she pulls my cock and balls out, her hands working both. Pushing me up she leans to my moist tip and tastes me. Her mouth is hot and wet covering my cock with her saliva. Pulling my cock.