Until we trample the mountains.I know, easy to say as a bisexual polyamorous collection of alphabet soup letters, but from what I gather, it seems the...reason that so many of you are here instead of elsewhere, carving from the ether a kind of community.Sadly, one in the shadows.I’m sure there are exceptions, only I am not one of them. I hide behind a pseudonym for fear of what would happen to my movie career, and others for more meaningful reasons. Some for their marriage, others for their. The next morning I woke Lydia from her slumber and helped her into her armor. She gave a little shriek when I slipped her cuirass on and the breastplate touched the skin of her breasts. “Sorry that it’s cold, dear. I didn’t think to put it in with me.”“It’ll warm up soon enough. It was just a shock is all. And paybacks are a bitch.”“Shut up, give me a kiss, and then let’s grab a bite while we get on the trail again.”We trudged through the snow. I spotted a couple of wolves ahead and decided to. The whole human shield thing irritated me. Maybe I could get him to play Call of Duty with Jeff, Alan and me, later. A little Friendly Fire would do him some good.Tuesday April 28When I got to school I was looking for some people. My plan for killing Jeff and Bryan had been an epic fail. Jeff was a very smart guy, so I should have figured he knew what I was going to do. I hadn't counted on Bryan and Brock turning on me also. I was okay with it until Alan set up as a sniper and camped my spawn. The two objects were forced in and out of me over and over each moving with its own rhythm sometimes on the same stroke in and other times opposite strokes in and out. I then felt another honey covered object pushed into my mouth. Over and over the objects were pushed in and out of my body. I then felt hands squeezing my breasts from the base down to the nipple over and over the honey letting them slide easily even through a tight grip. It felt so weird and gross and I just wanted it to stop. .