He had let her play her game, but now that she had committed herself, he was going to show her what fucking was all about. He wasn't interested in pre...iminaries or childish rhetoric, and he was intent on making up the lost time from their other dates.Running his hand up between the soft inner flesh of her quivering thighs, he felt the silken curls of her pubic hair, and he squirmed his fingers slowly into the soft warm folds of her pussy, searching for the tiny clenched opening nestling in. Sam gripped the wheel tightly and took several deep breaths. “That was a close one,” he said aloud, “... an extremely close one.”As he continued down the road, again and again he had to squint through the glare of high-beam headlights. “What’s wrong with everybody tonight?” he yelled as another car passed without dimming their lights.He thought about just pulling into one of the field entrances and spending the night, but before he could find a decently-wide entrance, he saw a young woman. ”“Dammit, the Octopi have jumped! They are now in position to send landing craft to the surface,” Linda shouted.“The octopi landed as predicted in the ideal position to launch attack craft into the ocean alongside the capital. We are short of troops on the ground. Ours were training on Mars with a big group of bugs. The ships were being refitted on Porquenta, hence the delay in their arrival. The sneaky bastards are trying for a first devastating strike.“They have a lot of gunships, and they’re. So vile. So sinful. So... Ohhhhh!"Miranda had learned well from her sister, and even the short and bitter lesson her mother had given her had not gone unlearned, so her fingers were expert, her hands and tongue all working together to drive the hapless housewife into sexual frenzy."If this is so wicked, then tell me to stop. Do you want me to stop Ellen?"She gave an extra flick of her finger to the woman's clit sending her closer to uncontrolled delirious ecstasy."No! No! Please don't stop!.