Oh, I guess you could, but after awhile even that can get boring, I bet. You could try and pick up some guys and we could get a room, or we could just...give Martin a call and see if he wants to party."I said, "Tell you what. After supper, I want to go downstairs for, oh, about 30-45 minutes. When the time is up, you get me and take me home. Whoever is down there waiting, I'll invite with us and we'll bring them home. I'll make sure that they know you are going to be involved and only those. The man who'd just delivered the message glanced behind him, looking clearly confused, then leaned in to the microphone and dropping his voice, whispered "The wind changed. Everyone on the base is now dead." With that he too turned and hurried from the room as the press corps hurriedly broke apart, each rushing to write their notes and broadcast this newest bombshell."Josh? Are you in here?" a familiar voice called out."Shh. Keep it quiet. I'm in the back," he called out in a barely audible. “Well, then let’s go for it” she said leaning forward. She didn’t take it into her mouth again, but went back down and raked her tongue roughly across my balls. I moaned. She looked up, put her fingers to her lips and shushed me. I was making too much noise. But then she grinned mischievously and did it again, raking her tongue across my balls and eliciting another moan. I tried to be quieter.Finally, she worked her way back up my dick, licking every square inch, before reaching the head. She. She put her hands on the back of my neck and pulled me down for a long kiss.“That didn’t work out so very well back then, did it?” she murmured softly. “You and Stephie connected pretty darn well, and we ended up like ... like the three musketeers, huh?”Well, not really. The three of us had been involved sexually for two of the three weeks I’d spent with Mercedes back then—wild, steamy sex that went on virtually all day, every day. I didn’t remember Alexander Dumas ever having the musketeers.