One, then the other used the shared bathroom before making their own breakfast in the kitchen. The conversations were terse, the acknowledgement that...each other existed was even worse. They seemed expert at avoiding each other and it all seemed a bit unreal.The audience viewing this, thought the psychologists, would be having a field a day. There was only one thing wrong with the whole situation and that was the speed with which Melissa and Matt got on with each other. They never seemed to. Picking her up, I turn her over. She is so light. I pull her hips up to me, positioning her on her knees, with her face down on the pillow. She looks back at me waiting. I line my cock up, and push back into her. Fuck me. Make me cum again! She moans. With my hands holding her by her small hips, I am watching my shaft going in, and out of her pussy. Reaching down with my finger, I pull some of her juices up to her little brown rosebud. With that as lubrication, I work my thumb into her ass.. Graces body tensed, as her office door opened and Robert came barreling in. “Grace, please,” Robert begged.Seth was immediately on his feet, braced and ready to drag Robert out by his balls if necessary.Graced straightened herself, looked up at Robert and through her tear stained cheeks said, “Get out!” Robert took a step toward Grace but was cut off when Seth stepped in front of her. “I think you should leave,” Seth said stone-cold glaring through his steel blue eyes.Seth spent the. They seemed well armed. Controlled a large area to the south. Had access to at least one military vehicle of an armored type that they knew of. Had many vehicles of all types, cars, trucks, four wheel drive blazers. Patrolled an area about fifty miles south, calling it the 'Border' of their area.The few times that Litchfield had tried to go in and look around, they had been rebuffed. With bullets. A couple weeks ago, a person claiming to be a soldier in the army of the, 'Free Zone.