"Stay here," I said to the girl, pressing her flank. "I'll try not to hurt him."I drew my bayonet, watched the girl's fiancé look down at his weapon ...nd took a step toward him, blade extended. I smiled as the other young man made to reload his gun, spilling powder on the ground in his haste. I took another step and we were eight paces apart.Jimmy raised his weapon, put his other hand on his wrist to steady himself and pointed the pistol right at me. I watched his knuckles whiten, took two steps. I simply could notfigure out how I felt about what had happened with Grace ... or how Iought to feel.On the one hand, the exhilarating glow of our lovemaking still lingered,as did the sheer wonder of finding myself in bed with someone asbeautiful and sexy as the Ceder College's receptionist. But neithercould I banish the thought of the small but functioning cock she carriedbetween her exquisite legs, an organ that I had fondled and stroked andcrammed into my mouth. Nor the taste and feel of the. I remember Jason putting his hand on my right leg, grabbing it in a friendly squeeze while we were laughing and Robert sitting back laughing. Somehow it hit me just how good looking both of them really are and what was I doing on the couch with both of them? Jason grabbed my face with both of his hands and leaned forward, slowly moving to my face, my mind racing, asking myself “what is going on?” when his lips slowly caressed mine, then the feel of his tongue sliding its way through my lips,. . he’ll seed the latex in perfect bliss though.” Veen was already trying, instinctively, to have his cock home on in the soft cleft of her warm slot, and Arna’s equally instinctive and more than obliging movements in trying to aid it, just resulted in her pert backside keeping the nub of his bell just short of its desired haven, the latex bindings of their limbs together, having been expertly fashioned to enforce just such a frustration. Veen could just hear the dull sound of laughter from the.