I squirm under the body on top of me, fighting for a chance at a breath.As my desperation builds I feel something press against my ear. Warm breath ti...kles my cheek, he must have leaned over me, pressing his mouth close to my face."Shut the fuck up and stop struggling bitch"His voice is harsh, the sound biting into my panic. I feel my arms pulled higher, pain shooting through my muscles as they strain against his grip. The fight is draining from me as my lungs gasp for air. Fighting my every. I played with her breasts, smearing the cum that the lads and I had deposited onto them, squeezing them and tugging at her nipples. She definitely has her mother's tits, I thought. These must have been what Abby's were like twenty-five years ago, before breastfeeding and gravity gave them their current soft sagginess and voluptuousness."Can I cum, George?" I heard her murmur."Sure, dear. Training's over for a while. Let it happen."She came again with a moan and a shudder, and then we boys. He repeated a previous description. “It never gets too disorienting. The boost is much less ... stressful ... compared to what happened before Christmas.”Emily giggled. “Not with sexuality though. I’m lying here next to you and my mind is spinning around with a whirlpool of thoughts of what I want to do with you.”“Me too!” growled Hannah from behind his back. Her hand drifted lower and she pinched his buttock very firmly. “Oops! That wasn’t too hard, was it?”Mark grinned and chuckled. “No. I’m. She drives close to where her parents used to live then she parks up to collect Rebekah, giving me explicit instructions to remain within the car or the deal is off. Reluctantly I agree to stay put, but I watch her walk down the road in the wing mirror and turn left.She doesn't return until half an hour later with a pushchair, and I know she's parked up far away from where she'd dropped off Rebekah. She rightly suspected that I would probably try to track down the address if this doesn't pan.