She knew her step-brother fancied the pants off her friend, but he vwas too shy to do anything about it. ‘You be good you two.’ Gina kissed each o... the forehead and followed Dave out to the waiting taxi. Sarah waved as the taxi pulled away, Michael climbed the stairs as his sister shouted after him, ‘Put your headphones on this time. It sounded like a warzone last week!’ Michael grunted an affirmative as he closed his bedroom door and turned on his PlayStation. It was seven years ago that. The troops in front of me were seasoned and knew how to take advantage of an artillery barrage and were picking off any survivors that made it through a blast. It wasn't combat, it was slaughter. The attackers never stood a chance.There was no further movement after the second attack. No troops, no tanks and no more Mechs. They had Mechs here as we had seen signs of them but they never committed them to the battle. This would have been the ideal time as our lines were still up in the air and we. We were loading the car with Trish's bags when Dot came over. "Are you two going somewhere?" I am," Trish said. "To visit my sister for a few days." That's nice. Say hello to her, from me." You're looking spiffy. Are you going out?" Trish asked Dot."Yes, for lunch. You don't think this dress is too daring, do you?"Dot hardly ever wears a dress. This one was just below the knee, and the neckline was nowhere near showing any cleavage."You look fine, Dot, but be careful. There are plenty of men. That! Yes, even that was giving me the ‘suggestive’ eye—and, the gods help me, my cock got hard thinking about even her. However, the worst offender in all this office flirtation was Candice. Over these past two weeks of hell, little by little, she began to break out of her ‘fat’ clothes. Loose fitting, blousy shirts, buttoned all the way up to the collar and at the cuffs, became tight fitting pull-over sweaters that accentuated her massive breasts. The pull-over sweaters were soon jettisoned.