"I want to feel your skin on mine," she whispered.I raised up and looked at the sight below me. Amy's ass undulated to the tune of her fingers seeking...her folds. I slid my cock between her firm cheeks and settled down over her."Oh, yeah," I said. "You feel fantastic." You have no idea," she answered. Her hips moved into a sexy grind that sent shivers down my cock. We pushed together, and—a veteran now—I watched Amy start her journey to another orgasm.After a few minutes, her breath became. Bruises and sprains were an everyday event. Fighting while injured or in a cast was regular part of our training.We were well fed, maintained and taught, but we weren't loved. The Organization was not equipped to raise a child.Our teachers would change every few weeks. They wanted us loyal to the company, not a person.By the time we hit puberty, there wasn't a gun we couldn't disassemble, clean, and reassemble, blindfolded, in less than three minutes. We knew dozens of fighting styles, and. He went to the bed and put his freshly shaven legsin to the swimsuit type body suit making sure everything fit right. Heslotted in the foam inserts for his breasts then pulled the head over hisface and shook his head making sure the hair fell into place.Next he went to the vanity table looking at the face of Beth in the mirrorand thinking wow. Steve started applying makeup to the mask until itlooked exactly what Beth had been wearing that morning. Steve closed thered lipstick lid and thought. Allow the hard-on while staring at the screen, just imagining circling my tongue in her pussy.Let me describe myself first before getting to her.Age