He saw her kneeling beside her big titted friend, entranced at the sight of the thick dick disappearing inside her best friend's mouth. It hadn't take... long for her to lick the sides of his dick, tasting the Jessica's spit. She was arching her back, her feet poking at her pussy, and in this position her tight bikini bottom, which before fit snugly, biting softly into her ass cheeks now seemed to be almost raping her little butt. It had dug even deeper than before and her little cheeks were. ." Stammered the teenager. "Excuse me Counselor... you were there. Can you tell us what really happened?"Wesley chose her words carefully, so that she would sound more like her "twin". "Don't believe every thing you hear. Doctor Crusher's account is the most accurate, girls. Wesley will live, but it might be a long time before we see him again." The Young ladies moved on to other subjects and let Wesley finished her ice cream. She felt good that she had perhaps nipped a potentially embarrassing. My cock was hot, rock hard and ready to spurt. I stood for a second masturbating myself then taking her head in my two hands I turned it to face me. There wasn't any resistance. There never was. I placed the end of my now aching cock on her lips and then slid the length into her mouth along the top of her tongue. She was becoming fully aware by the second and as I began my pumping action she began, fruitlessly, writhing against her restraints. A slight movement behind me, and an even slighter. It really was more of a tunnel than anything else. Luckily I had a flashlight with me. About 50 feet inside the mountain, we came to the first of what would turn out to be four different steel doors. Taped to the door was an envelope with my name on it. I opened the envelope, and inside there was a letter from Rutledge. Dear Jack, I have been debating whether or not I should tell you about the real Fortress Appalachia, or not. As much as I wanted to, it is hard to break old habits. Even the old.