Maybe it was because I was shy, maybe it was because the crude comments of a past boyfriend still haunted me, or maybe I just didn’t know how to. Ma...be I made too big a deal out of it and made it too difficult for myself. That was probably it. It still didn’t make things any easier, though. Three little words and I couldn’t say them. I thought them often. I said them in my mind when I looked at him sleeping next to me, when he cooked in our little kitchen, when he laughed. I thought of the. We have always been open and growing up it was not uncommon for us to be in just our underwear which always confused me as mum and dad would always encourage it so when I moved in 3 years ago seeing each other in our underwear was never a problem however the boners are becoming more often and more noticeable, personally I think Bev enjoys the teasing and because we have always been quite tactile with each other which I think stems from our earlier rejection cuddling up on the sofa became the. "I love it!"Her laugh was a rich, throaty exultation. "So do I! Umm, yes Franny! Eat my beaver, you carpet munchin' dyke!"Watching Happy's tits jiggle as she writhed on Franny's eager mouth sent my balls boiling over, spitting out a few huge blasts of cum right into Franny's cunt. My pecker was still hard, still in need of satisfaction, so I just pulled out of her cunt and started buggering her. She gasped, lifting her face up to protest, only to have Happy yank her hair, pulling her mouth back. The gang moved north, raping and pillaging along the way. They would break into a building each night, tie the women up, leave a couple of guards, and go out to try and find food. If any of the women resisted they were whipped, and three were killed. Every so often the men would return with more women.She then said, "They then heard a rumour that there was a village with food and electricity near here and they went looking for it but met a group of soldiers, got into a fight and lost..