The two of you sit onhis bed, fully dressed; your blouse with an extra button unbuttonedto show your sexy bra. You wore a black bra and black lace pa...tiesbecause you had hoped to be fucked. Imagine how he unbuttons yourblouse and grabs your titties roughly through your bra, thinking thatwould excite you, but it really doesn't. How he takes your hand andmoves it to his crotch, to fondle his cock. Then he stands up,slides down his pants and undershorts and out springs his cock. Itis huge! . Stephanie felt the stranger climb into bed beside her and scoot closer to her. His skin was warm against hers as he nestled beside her, his hard cock hot against her stomach. His fingers began to trace over her flesh, feeling each and every curve and shadow of her form. Stephanie moaned at his touch as his hands found her breasts and began to softly knead her nipples.Gradually the captive blonde began to move herself against her captor, her body pressing against his. It was if her libido was. We all pressed her for details, and after a few beers she finally relented. “Okay, fine! I went out with this college guy a few weeks ago, right? He was really, really hot; taller than me, which is always a plus. He had those big, big muscles, you know? Like the yummy ones you just wanna lick? Wasn’t exactly relationship material, but I was dying to make out with him and maybe let him take off my top so I could feel those muscles against my skin.” I mentally frowned, knowing it would never be. There were daily volley-ball games that allowed us to stay fit and I played in all of them.We slowly put things back to the way they were for Ambassador Bernardi. All the repairs from the terrorist attack were finished. The paint on the flag wall had been given a second coat, including some reflective touch-up to make it more visible at night.The bunk rooms in the basement had now improved; each man or lady had a small private room with a single bed, a dresser and a door with individual.