She pulled off his pants and boxers and gasped at the sight of his 9" monster, ready to attack. A minute later, she had pushed him into her, was grind...ng on him any which way, and was nearing her first orgasm. "Oh! Oh, yeah, Baby. Just like that. Keep hitting my clit with that huge dick. Make me cum all over you. Ohmigod. Just like that! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming!" Watching her was stimulating, but as he kept pumping into her, he couldn't help but think, "Damn. I don't even know her name. What kind. "You're hard," she commented. "And you're wasting time."He lost count of the number of orgasms she had.But when she finally stood and barked at him to get moving, he'd spurted in her six more times.It was incredible.He was still hard.And there wasn't a single drop of his eggnog leaking from those tightly closed pussy lips, beneath that lime green pubic hair.Sometimes, when the button was pushed, they were sitting on a new roof instantly. Sometimes it took a while. "A while" could range between. " Or it's a ruse?" Why bother? If they have mean intentions they can just charge up the road. Who the fuck is going to stop them? George, that thing is a tank on wheels." A Kegresse," George corrected. "Tandem back axles on tracks. They used to call them 'half-tracks.' Same concept." Well, I guess, the Black Guard has got itself a fancy Euro 'half-track' with armour that would probably turn aside an APM." A Kegresse." George corrected, again."Whatever."They watched the Kegresse as it ground up. This could go several places, and she was still in control of herself. Or so she thought some of the time; But over the next few weeks she wrote three times letters to Joel telling him that she did not want to see him again -- then tore them up. And another two times she was on the point of calling him to say that she was afraid that they were moving too fast. Once she made the call, but the words were forgotten when she heard his voice. And what could she say? That she was getting to.