So, I swiftly got served and found a table, extruding a chair from the floor where they were stored to keep spaces clear. The meal itself was nothing ...pecial, just a savoury broth with a bread style extruded tube for dipping. It was easy to spot the division between the various services by the colours of the fatigues and the styles. I had to admit that Fleet won the most stylish award as Ground Force fatigues looked simply drab no matter the style or colour scheme. Still, it wasn’t a problem. "And just what was there to clean, with no one here to eat anything in this kitchen except you and Dean?"April furrowed her brow in mock thoughtfulness, as she said, "Oh, paw prints from the dog I fucked night before last, cum stains from the orgy last night, assorted mouse droppings from the infestation ... you DO know this house is built on a nasty old land fill, don't you? I could go on and on." By the time she'd finished, both Dean and Andi were laughing out loud.Catching her breath, Andi. I didn't have to read minds to know they were wishing it was one of them under Jason's hand. Sitting cross-legged facing them while putting lotion to my front and legs, I thought that while they might be experienced at walking the beaches they weren't all that experienced at what they could have been doing on the beaches. Their first shy questions became more personal and were mostly about oral sex. I was having to answer that, no, I couldn't take all of Jason's cock in my mouth. That I. Lyra wore matching red leather pants with a leather tube top which went well with her fiery red hair and green skin. Sporting bronze jewellery from her Femizon heraldry. “Quite frankly, why would you need a sword? You could bend steel like tin foil.”“You Femizons aren’t one for fun aren’t you…” Muttered Jen, sipping at her drink when Lyra snapped her gaze back at the green smirking woman. Continuing with their banter, sharing details on what they’ve all been doing lately, a young waiter stepped.