Their bodies were gaunt, their faces pale with eyes sunken into their sockets. They were flying 6, sometimes 7 sortes a day across the river against t...e Falangist lines.The front line was mobile and confused. Some Nationalist units had formed strongholds and, completely surrounded, seemed prepared to hold out to the last man.As more and more Nationalist troops were rushed to contain the bridgehead, the Republican advance slowed down. The Russian tanks were too few in number and they dispersed. ” He got up and stood behind her, he took a steadying breath. Abby moved her hair out of the way and Brian placed his hands on her slender shoulders. Her skin was cool to the touch and Brian slowly worked his hands along her neck, pressing him thumbs into the soft skin of the back of her neck. Abby’s soft moan only made his cock twitch in his pants. Abby closed her eyes as he continued massaging her neck and shoulders. It felt amazing. Brian leaned down after several minutes and pressed his. Give it to me!” “Feel too good,” he growled in a rush. “Fuck me, baby,” she countered, her tone a mingling of command and desperate need. With a silent promise to make it up to her later, he surrendered to the inevitable. Cathy loosed a wail as his cock plowed back into her depths. His balls tapped her flashing fingers. He grunted and growled with every desperate stroke. The tickle in the head of his cock became an itch that spread rapidly down the shaft. He knew he only had a few more thrusts. 12 © 2009 All rights reserved "Hey." Lani looked up from her laptop, blinking as her eyes adjusted from the LCD display to the real world. She focused on Dom standing in front of her. "Hi." Her mouth went suddenly dry. "Mind if I sit?" Dom gestured at the empty chair. She shook her head. Dom sat and studied her. She was still beautiful, but she looked tired and a bit stressed. He didn’t know why—he hadn't been able to speak to her for about three days. Since the profile had come out. "You've.