I opened the envelope, and inside there was a letter from Rutledge. Dear Jack, I have been debating whether or not I should tell you about the real Fo...tress Appalachia, or not. As much as I wanted to, it is hard to break old habits. Even the old Army buddy who helped me build first the underground bunker, and a few years later this one, doesn’t know what is inside. Only a couple of years after this was built, he and most of his construction crew were killed in a plane crash, so nobody knows. I was a hot property.I moved out of Langousta in September and bought a little fifteen room, split level house in the Valley. Unfortunately. Harold decided to pull up stakes and come along too. God, what an insect he is! He rationalised his tagging along on my bikini strings by saying he thought he stood a better chance of closing the Ram deal if he lived down here. I told him he was full of crap. That if the bozos wanted him, they'd sign him. What the hell difference did it make where he lived. ..Of the two of them, it was hard to decide which I liked better. Michelle seemed to be a bit tomboy-ish, but she also had the fuller figure. Michelle is a pretty brunette, about five seven, blue eyes, about 120, and a pair of breasts that seem to beg to be touched. She keeps her hair over her shoulders, and her lips appear to curve up at the edges, giving her a very seductive smile. Jackie is smaller, about five four, slim, and petite. A natural blonde, with small, "pert" tits that don't need. " “Yes, now,” the teacher insisted. Cassie lifted the front of her skirt up, exposing her damp mound and puffy pink lips that she furtively rubbed earlier when no one was looking. Mrs. Jackson felt her nipples harden even more as she stared at Cassie’s inviting young pussy. She fought the urge to pull Cassie close and just suck on her succulent swollen lips. “Ms. Yuko, why aren’t you wearing panties? That is not permissible, not even in my class.” Cassie began to sob. “Sorry, Mrs. Jackson,.