Thank god he chose reproduction as his point of interest. And thank god also for the fact that the books had very interesting diagrams in them, or els... he’d never have kept himself going for this long. Charlie even made a few vague attempts to show the librarian he was interested, throwing him long lustful stares from round the shelves. He never did anything too intimate back, at best only blushing and fumbling back to his work. He was no football jock like his friends, but by God did he make. Instead she inhaled the musky scent of her pussy as deep as she could, knowing that this alone was as much reward as she couldpossibly get. Her mistress made it clear to her that the body of her mistress wasout of limits for the kind of slave that Lisa was. She was never to dip hertongue in Helen?s pussy nor would Helen ever put a part of her body inside her,no fisting, no direct contact, not even licking her ass was suitable for theworthless bitch. No skin on skin contact ever. Helen lit. In the bitter fight for the road, they'd worked almost as the limbs of one body; loading, aiming, firing in rhythm. She waited for the shouts; 'clear, ' 'clear, ' 'clear, ' the calls that each of the crew had performed their task and were clear of the recoil. A mistake could see a crewman hit as the gun leapt back upon firing. They had to rely on each man knowing their job. They proved that was the case, they were a good team.But their old gun was tired. Any gun has a service life, after which. “Think I should take a shower before we go?” he asked. I shook my head almost before he’d stopped talking. “Nah, if we get a chance to fool around while we’re down there I wanna be able to smell your junk.” Brad immediately burst into a fit of laughter. “Good God, Sammie! You are just fucking terrible, you now that?” I just grinned hugely at him. *** It took us another half hour before we were ready to set off for the river. Brad had chosen to wear a pair of dark blue basketball.
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