She didn't look up, and I went straight upstairs and closed my door with a sigh. I stripped out of my clothes and tossed them in the dirty clothes bas...et. Even my panties; they were still soaked. I went into the bathroom and washed my face and sundry personal places, staring blankly at myself in the mirror, moving by rote.I didn't look any different, I thought, than I had this morning, no big scarlet L blazoned on my forehead. I couldn't believe that an hour ago I'd been lying in Lyn's arms,. In fact it was weird how she hadn’t felt like crying while it was going on ... well Xenia wouldn’t have cared and Boris would’ve got off on it.But she had to not be a victim. Well, she could be a victim, as long as she worked at stopping being a victim. And she wasn’t here as a victim anyway: she was here as a trick, as part of a rescue. Xenia had tortured her, but she hadn’t got the secrets; so far anyway. She thought the spaceship was in a lake, instead of being attached to an SES satellite,. Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks.. When she was turned on, even her areolas swelled. Tom couldn’t stop sucking them. ‘Do you really want me?’ he whispered, his fingers teasing the erect bud of her clit. ‘Oh, yessssss!!!!!’ Linda hissed her feverish reply. ‘Please!!! Please!!! I need you!!!’ Tom rolled atop her, careful to hold most of his weight off her. Reaching between them, he gripped his erection, centered the swollen purple tip on her sopping middle, then he lowered his hips slowly. Entering her was such a sweet experience.