... expected" she huffed in her own passion. We pressed on. "Please stop" I said in the new voice. Stopping was the last thing I really wanted but the...pain of this initial penetration was beyond what I could endure all at once, remember the rear intruder was filling my back passage with a phallus of equal size to the one entering my pussy, this was far larger than anytime previously. No girl virgin ever experienced that kind of double fucking I was thinking.We paused for a while as I mustered. "everyone" was wrong."Beauty!" breathed one lad.That third Rommel had a rather unusual driver. For one thing, she was an officer, and Confederacy tanks were usually driven by lance-jacks. For another, she was awfully young for an officer. For a third, she wasn't a Marine officer, but a Civil Service officer.The Marines were giving Samantha a treat, payback for all she'd done for them. She was the first ever to drive this particular monster, fresh off the production lines.They even let her drive. I'm 32 years old, aren't I entitled to a little freedom?I quietly admitted to myself, however, that my freedom might not be the only reason that I wouldn't call any of the women, wouldn't meet any of their single friends. I couldn't get my mind off the leggy brunette, the one from the Jazz Club. Perhaps it was her mystery. Perhaps it was her attitude. Perhaps it was simply her body. I don't know. What I do know is that she was stuck in my thoughts, and I didn't really want to get her out of. Sarah made her way down the dimly lit hallway. Her friend had invited her to this killer party, supposedly the best show in town. Sarah was less and less sure however, as she followed the overly complex and cryptic directions. She had already been walking around for an hour and if she wasn't so close to the end she would have just blown the whole thing off. But she was sooo close; her curiosity wouldn't let her just walk away. But now her curiosity battled with her growing fear. She saw no.