Unless they had some secret weapons in hiding, he didn't think much of their chances of standing up to an organized Military unit. He could tell his t...oops and the survivors were fairly evenly matched except they were probably a lot more vicious than the townspeople and had a lot less to lose when it came to the conflict of battle.One of the females was a girl called Tamara with short blonde hair and a chin that was chiseled in stone. She wore only a few animal skins and a homemade set of boots. She reaches out and brushes her fingers over the soft skin, thumbing a dusky nipple which peaks beneath her touch. "They're very nice," she replies agreeably, wondering how Trina got her -- and everyone else -- so well-trained when it comes to her birthweek.And every other day of the year.Trina inhales noisily at Tori's touch, her gaze turning sharp with pleasure. "Use your mouth," she whispers.Tori only thinks for a moment because they've played these games before, but not in a while. It is. C.?" Greg asked, again staring at her intently.Sensing his intent gaze, and confused about the strange feelings running rampant through her, as she knelt at his feet, Mrs. Clark began to color slightly at the cheeks and could not look him in the eyes. Her thoughts were jumbled and she had a difficult time formulating a response. When she realized he expected her to answer, she finally managed to mumble, "Yes.......I guess so."Sensing her confusion and weakness, Greg pressed the attack. "Well,. "Unnnnhhhhh, yes, baby, yessss!" Vicky howled. "Fuck me with that big thing, don't stop!"Her natural lusty instincts carried her away, and she used the strong young muscles of her cunt to squeeze and tug at his tongue. Frank snorted with arousal. Maybe she was giving him some ideas.Maybe he'd realized how great that hot action would feel around his cock instead of his tongue. Vicky continued the suggestive squeezes, her cunt sucking hungrily at his tongue, and Frank gave it to her faster and.