They dragged her over onto her back, One wrenched her combat scarf from around her neck and rammed it into her slack mouth. They held me against the w...ll of the tents a pistol to my face. The two busied themselves undoing her belt and trousers.They were wrenched down her legs to her combat booted ankles, each grabbed a knee and dragged her limp legs wide. One of them got between her knees and dragged her combat jacket up out of the way.She wore white briefs covering her hairy pussy mound. He. "But I make no promises. What's your plan?" Have you ever been to Whistler?" I asked.There was a short pause before she answered. "No, I haven't. I don't really like skiing very much," she replied."I'm sure that you and I could find other things to entertain ourselves with," I said in the sexiest voice I could manage. "If you came to Whistler by bus and left all your personal information at home it would be just the same as a blind date. Don't even bring your purse with you. Pack just a few. I described the problems with the marriage, the reasons why it might have failed, and my loneliness since the break-up. At some point, I began to cry, and she got up, sat on my lap, and hugged me. It was a curious reversal of the way our relationship started. Now it was I who was doing the weeping, and she the consoling. At this point, it must have entered her mind that the best thing she could do for my bruised masculinity was to reassure me that I was still desirable to women. Perhaps she had. "Not bad. Anelie looked closer at the girl. She was tall for her age, almost five and a half feet. The face below that blonde hair was soft, almost delicate, but there was steel in her large blue eyes. Her black breastplate was flat, without the slight breast bumps both Shanna and Anelie had in their armor. Such feminine touches did lessen the protective quality of the steel, but Shanna considered it a badge of honor in this world of men. Anelie agreed. If any other females lasted over a month.