“Who wants to waste their life to a gun toting crewman, who certainly would get the first shot off when they rushed around the corner of the dead en...?” I thought, trying to boost my confidence in my actions. “Just a few more feet to go.”The minutes ticked off as I wiggled and squirmed. The oppressive walls of liquidarmor screeched as my armored vest rubbed up against it, time after time.Finally, they came.“Stop,” a raider shouted in a synthetic voice, projected by the helmet’s speaker. “We. That time was now three weeks away, so if I was going to do something, I reasoned, it would have to be now.She must have been aware that I spent less time reading than ogling her, but I was scrupulously polite and had learned over the years that women don’t object to being looked at as long as nobody else knows they know it’s happening. You can watch a total stranger and she won’t look back at you but you know she knows, and when she gets up to leave, if you’re lucky, she will. "I was just curious." What in the hell are you sorry for? You just made this the most eventful part of my day." I croaked, still recovering from my spurt. "Anyway," she said "Let's get back to the massage." She said.At that I followed her bra line to the front of her body, barely touching it to make sure that she didn't feel it, or at least didn't notice. That is until I shifted in my pants making my cock push very hard up against her crack."Was that your finger or your thing?" She. Hes not very good at that, is he? he whispers, his breath tickling my neck, his lips brushing the curl of my ear. I shudder, eyes locked on my boyfriends tongue in my best friends cunt. The same cunt that just had my tongue sliding, slithering, sucking up her cum. His teeth on my nipple draw a groan from my lips. Peter stops licking Mollys pussy, and as if spurned on by our voyeurism, shoves his dick into Molly. She moans, circling her hips and fucking Peter back. I can see her slickness on his.