I tensed, wondering if more people would crush in, but thankfully they all left. I moved Christina away from me, pulled my hands out of her jeans and ...urned her around. She smiled, bit her lip and I pushed my hand back into her jeans, my thumb sliding easily into her pussy. At the same time, I pressed the lift button for the top floor. Before the doors were fully closed we were kissing hard, our tongues slapping each other, our breath coming in short gasps. Christina grabbed my head with both. He was a kind man my grandfather.He had told of the cold, the midnight roll calls, standing guarding the inmates, knowing at any second they could turn, he could shoot yes but against so many, and the machine guns could not be used discriminately, all would die until the ammo ran out and then the survivors must overwhelm them, yet they stood in the freezing cold, chilled even through the thick winter uniforms and long woolen under trousers, their bodies grown flabby through inaction, twelve. Or more precisely, Susan Martha Margolotta Potemnikz. Fellow political trophy wife in the self-same situation as Helen. Married to an absentee asshole, disinterested in the wives club scene. The only difference was that she hailed from a wealthy family and could easily afford to split from the impotent creep. But staying married to him pissed off both her husband and both families into the bargain. She was vindictive and Helen loved her for it. She often sneered at the thought of George. 'Only I wanted to check because I know that Julie has something lined up for you, and wanted to let you know, for old times sake, if it wasn't for you'. I asked her to tell me more. 'Well Julie had a session with Mary and Mark, her hubby's brother..' I looked surprised, again! 'Ah, you didn't know...well yes she did have a 3-some with them and found out that the 2 guys used to share a room when they were younger, and regularly 69'd each other to completion. So apparently Julie asked Mark if.