"You'll open my door for me, right?" She asked.This was her birthday gift. I wanted her to be happy. I went around to her side and opened her door for...her. She took my hand as she got out and leaned into me. She seemed very nervous."Would you hold my hand?" She asked.I was wearing a short red dress with heels. I was a few inches taller than her, and slender. She had an athletic build and moved very gracefully. I grasped her hand, and we walked together up to the theater.I am quite sure we. Perhaps, if fortune favored him, the Brotherhood would learn of his fate and attempt to rescue him, or at least kill him. As the fog surrounded him, Comrat tensed in anticipation and... Giggled. She didn't know why she had been so nervous and fearful, for she felt wonderful. She could not, and did not try, to contain another giggle and smile as she twirled her head, allowing her long blonde hair to settle over her shoulders. She grasped her full, firm breasts in her hands and squealed in. "'Sure' I thought sourly to myself, and saw the same thought flash angrily across Gramps face as Amy laid her head against my shoulder. "Ughhh, you stink Johnnie, I can smell half the forest on you," she complained. "C'mon, let's wash up," she ordered, as she quickly stripped the soiled clothes from her body.As Gramps and I both looked on, drinking in her translucent white skin, her full, high breasts with their rosy firm tips, and her blond patch of pubic moss that just adorned but didn't hide. The woman behind him was in control, and for the first time in his life he was totally powerless and vulnerable. The press of some invisible force on his back, even for the slightest fraction of a second, was enough to make him stiffen before she entered.In one sudden movement she forced herself into his ass, straight up to the hilt. Luke bit down on the pillow as he lay flat on the bed, his legs pinned beneath her. Sitting on them, Chenosh pressed up against his ass as she thrust into him.