* Crouched behind a bush up the road, Juan and Megan watched as Snake dragged first Rachel, then Jerry and then finally a fairly limp Patrick out the ...ar, up the jetty and into the boat. Juan ran back quietly to the truck where it was parked further back, grabbed the two hooks and rope and then back to where Megan knelt, the hem of the dark blue towelling robe bunched around her on the ground. Getting down close to her he whispered in her ear, ‘This is the plan…..’ and proceeded to explain what. 21 p.m. the Dragon’s Teeth are flowing down the halls and through the rooms while blazing away at anything that moves. Several are knocked over by high powered rounds. They’re bruised and sore as hell, but happy to be in the Berant armour because those rounds would have breached their normal body armour and they’d be dead. The Rebels aren’t surprised to see the high powered rounds knock the Dragon’s Teeth down, but they’re very shocked when they see the shot troops stand up again. The Rebels. I invited them to join me for a drink in the lounge. While we were having drinks, I reminisced about the last time we met in Vegas, and what a great experience we had. (We had a three way, and it was the best sex I ever had in my life.) I still remember how good Sue’s lips felt around my cock. I can also remember how tight her ass was, when Craig and I were giving her a DP. After we had quite a few drinks, and Sue was feeling really horny, I invited them up to my room for a repeat of the time. It lacked the delicacy of her own. Her eyes shot open in alarm. ‘Oh, my God!’ she thought, ‘Someone is here.’ She lay still and scanned the room moving only her eyes. Silhouetted against the drapes of the open window, stood a man. He did not move, but he stood with perfect ease. There was no threat or menace, he stood there looking toward her as if he had done it a hundreds times before. None of his features were distinct. The light entered from outside the window and was further filtered.