What am I doing?” I thought. But I did not resist as I felt the lapping of his tongue in my love shaft. Instead, I pressed his face harder against me...to make sure he had a generous taste of my sweet sexy flow. He responded thankfully.No longer concerned about who this mystery man is, I moan aloud—but hastily, concerned that the neighbors will happen upon our little escapade. I did not want to stop... I wanted more...While he was clinging to the softness of my clean shaved pussy, I wondered. And cumming. Her pussy was raw and swollen, her mouth was dry, some of the men were violent and she could feel bruises forming, and her legs hurt from the constant switching of positions from on her knees, ass up, to her back, folded in half to keep the cum in her. It was sloshing around in her belly, and she was sticky and wet from all that has spilled out. Her face was wet with tears and pre cum from all the men rubbing their limp dicks on it.Corey broke the hour long silence to announce that. What terrified her was the content of the primary deals. Someone had gotten their hands on an old disgruntled Soviet nuclear physicist, and somewhere someone had a stockpile of heavy water, and another one of these people had gotten his hands on some uranium 235. Sure uranium 232 hearkened back to 1945 and guys like Robert Oppenheimer, and Enrico Fermi, but even primitive stuff like that had killed a quarter million people. She remembered reading John Hersey’s book about Hiroshima in high. " I raised my knees higher, holding them high and wide with my hands. Joe worked a hand between my butt cheeks and laid his oil-covered fingers on my rosebud. He slid his fingers around it, then began pressing ever so slightly at the very center each time his finger crossed it. Leaving his finger pressed against the anal ring, he took the bottle of oil and poured a thin stream onto his palm. It ran down his finger and pooled at the entrance. Joe worked his finger around a moment and then.