It's 10:00PM and I've just arrived home from work. It's not even midnight yet and I've got no plans for the night. I take out my phone and text Joss. ...e: Busy? Joss: Horny? Me: Yes. Joss: Then no. 5 mins. I smile, satisfied at his reply and kick off my shoes, relaxing on the sofa and patiently waiting for Joss to come over. 5 minutes later, there's a soft knock on the front door of my apartment and I walk over to open it. Joss is standing there, drenched in rain. His flaky black hair is. That excited me and I did not know what it was. I understood it as I grew up. The long stares of hungry men, especially older ones excited me and I started to dress provocatively. I wore chuddidar, skirts and t-shirts. The t-shirts and chuddidar tops would have deep cut in front that would show my 34 inch breasts. The skirt would be knee length and a bit loose so that once in a while it would fly and give nice view of my milky thighs or if I wore chuddidar the pant would be very tight so as to. General Hunter stood motionless binoculars at his eyes. Behind him stretching into the distance was a neatly spaced row of parked helicopters. His diversionary attack was coming to an end, stage two was about to begin.He glanced at the approaching group, John the Mayor and Major."What kind of Mickey Mouse operation are you running here Major? He barked continuing to scan the Dome. "Who's this fucking civilian?" John felt the anger rising, he moved forward; then got the icy cold stare from grey. The babysitter must be getting worried”, she whispred.“But you have time for another…don’t you ?”, asked Olivia rather aggressively.“I don’t know…maybe I shouldn’t “, replied the woman.Olivia was already next to her, then behind her, rubbing her pussy against her asscheeks, then in front of her, kissing her face, wrapping her arms around her waist and pushing her pubic hair against her lover’s. Both women smelled of sex.“Maybe…I don’t know…I shouldn’t…”, muttered the woman.“Fuck”, whispered.