.. ?" If he says anything about it, we'll drag him into bed and fuck his brains out," Brenda laughed, "Seriously, he loves watching the two of us. I s...ear that man has a perpetual hard-on."Paula was quiet for a long time. Brenda tried to engage her in conversation but it's hard having a conversation with someone that gives a one-word answer to everything you say.I brought out a very large pitcher of screwdrivers with an extra splash of vodka and sat it on the table next to the chairs. Paula. The lighter raider armor still had armor plates, but they were concentrated over the vital areas and the unpowered exoskeleton allowed the weight to be evenly distributed over the body without putting stress on the hips, knees and ankles, all problem areas for soldiers in the past.The command element was easily identifiable because they were wearing only armored vests and helmets over their vacuum suits. The suits themselves were woven of a tough polymer that would stop the frangible rounds. My first orgasm came after a few minutes of being in this position, with Daddy’s hands cupping my 34D breasts. The second came seconds after the first, after he’d moved his right hand down to my clit and played with it furiously. This had sent pleasure waves, like lightning bolts, through my body, until I was shaking. My juices were covering Daddy’s balls and thighs. I screamed out his name, my voice so loud, the neighbours must have heard. Even after Daddy had stopped bouncing me, obviously. She stepped up to the rock where she had trained two lights and her tripod-held camera set on time-delay. In between each click, telling her that the camera had taken a picture, she struck and held a pose with a katana a friend who was into swords and knives had leant her. Her poses were those of a warrior. In one, she was of a victorious sword-maiden, her weapon held confidently at her side. In another, she was holding her sword up high as if ready to make a strike a final, victorious blow. In.