"How do you like that?" he smiled at her. "Wow, I didn't know they made them that big," she gasped. "Do you want it now?" he asked. "Yes," sh... hissed at him. "Fuck me with that thing." Mike smiled and slowly withdrew, then thrust forward again. He began to fuck her, gently at first, then more and more vigorously. He felt the walls of her pussy clasping tightly around his dick. She was gasping and moaning, tossing her head from side to side as he screwed her. He was raised up on his. J. and plopped back down on the couch. Soon she began telling me about all the parties she had went to and about how on occasion she'd show her tits for beer. Jo's words started to slur and I could tell she was drunk. Glass after glass she downed the vodka. She wasn't drunk anymore, she was wasted."I'm so hot...oh god man I'm hot why aren't you? Are you? I am...hahaha!" My sister was fumbling with the button and zipper of her shorts and my heart lept in my chest. I knew I shouldn't feel this. “Hello, Obadiah.” I smiled to appear less threatening.The skinny kid sitting on the park bench glanced up, squinting into the October sun. “I already told those other soldiers; I’m not interested in joining the Confederation.”I blinked in surprise. “Confederacy,” I corrected him, absentmindedly. I was in civilian clothing. I did not have the standard Marine body modifications. What had tipped this kid off? “How did you know that I was from the Confederacy?”“Your teeth. You have movie star. I get a small check plus dinner, and the tips are great. Maybe you’ll come see me some day,“ she said proudly. “What kind of songs do you enjoy singing?” Rosanna asked with undisguised interest. “Oh, I’ll sing just about anything for an audition. But my absolute favorites are ballads and Broadway tunes. Do you like music?” Solace asked. “I do.” Rosanna offered tentatively. “And are you going to tell me what kind you like or am I going to have to tickle it out of you?” Solace asked brazenly..