So She rode him, rode and rode him, Her eyes locked on his tired grey green ones all the while. No words were exchanged, none were necessary and with...each upward bounce She neared Her zenith, sweat began to bead upon his brow and She too felt warm and exhausted. It was going to be close… His breath was quickening and She was reddening noticeably, sweat now dripping from Her pert little rosy nipples onto the broadness of his chest, he flushed and finally closed his eyes, biting his lip hard. I did keep a couple of hand grenades handy just in case they were planning to charge us with one or two trucks serving as improvised tanks. I didn't know that this would accomplish much, but I was ready just in case.The shooting back and forth continued for another 10 or so minutes until we got one hell of a surprise! The interior lights suddenly came on, and moments later I was stitched across the back by a blast of AK-47 bullets. The bastards had out-flanked us! Dammit, our inexperience had. I have to admit, I was a bit turned on by them.As we worked on making her look like a dyke, we discussed each others lives. She told me that she crossed over while attending college. She had been seduced by a female professor who had a reputation for converting sweet innocent girls from the Midwest into flaming lesbians in two to three visits. She smiled when she told me it took only one for her. The prof held parties at her home regularly to match up her converts and had a fairly large stable. .." Blake was interrupted."If Betty sees you, hold your head high and smile at her," said Dan. "Ihave told you many times that you should be proud of your body."Blake gulped. "Okay." He started to undress in the car."I'll carry your bag and your clothes inside," Dan said once Blake wasnaked. "You go ahead."To Blake's horror, Betty came out of the kitchen as he entered thehallway. "My, my. What a lovely sight," she said, crossing her arms underher ample bosom.Blake forced a smile. "Hello, Betty..