It was a very slow almost-but-not-quite fucking and it captivated her wantonness, her proclivity, and amplified her need. He had found her center and ...er thirst and while his attentions exhilarated her lust, it was like a sip of water to a thirsty animal…just enough to entice but not satisfy. The performance on stage had become secondary, almost non-existent, in her psyche. Only his touch, his orchestration of her body in minute detail became the music, the dance, the performance. Then, in. " Tiffany called from her not so secret hiding place."I won't be mad. I promise," replied mom.It took a few minutes to convince Tiffany to come out. She wanted to keep the covers with her to cover up with, but they stuck to the bed. Maybe I shouldn't tuck them under the mattress like that. However, when Tiffany stood up, naked Lois almost shouted something but mom was quick enough to cover her mouth."Just as I thought. Looks like your what 10 or 11 weeks along. Am I correct," asked mom.Shyly. Shit! Mortars! "INCOMING!" Lt. Dave Crusic shrank down in the trench a little farther and hoped to God that the Chinks didn't have the range perfectly. As long as the mortar rounds landed only a few yards away, there was a good chance of surviving. The problem was that they would continue to drop in the mortar rounds on top of their own men, forcing the Americans to hunker down and not shoot at the oncoming "human wave." Often, in this type of attack, more Chinese were killed by friendly fire. Not from the coldness surrounding her, but rather from the pleasure that coldness was providing her. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as the thrusts came harder and harder. She arched her back a bit to allow the stranger to enter her deeper than he had up to this point. She let out moans of exstacy as he hit a spot inside her not reached before.After a few more minutes of the hard and deep fucking, she was lifted off the bed and turned around. She was put on all fours and her head was.