We took care of the single remotely controlled machine gun at the door. With 16 people shooting at it, the controller didn't know where to shoot back....I know, I know, we Retro Team members weren't supposed to do anything but observe, but we just couldn't resist the opportunity to shoot at something.After a sound dressing down by the squad leader for interfering, we all marched into the residence with the Retro Team taking up the rear. Once we were all inside, the squad split up into its pairs. . so natural, and felt so good. After he had left she had collapsed against the door and thrust a hand down her panties and had immediately had a nuclear explosion of an orgasm the moment her fingers touched her vulva lips, and even in the throes of the burning, driving -ecstasy- of it she knew, just -knew- that it was nothing compared to what it would have been like if he was near her, with her, -in- her when it happened.They stayed in different parts of town, but they practically began living. “Would you like to come in for a coffee or soda Ben?” she asked… and of course I obliged!Inside her spacious apartment, Clarissa guided me to the couch and disappeared for a while, saying that she was going to fix some coffee, but the vision I saw when she came back into the living room, damned near sent my nuts blasting through the ceiling.There she was, in nothing but an oversized purple satin bathrobe, tied loosely at the waist. “How much more did you want to see of me Ben?” she spoke. A painful swelling prodded against the unforgiving zipper of his jeans as he watched her breasts rise and fall with each breath. His hands itched to touch her, to grab her hips so that he could impale her, take possession of her flesh and her being.The throbbing in his groin became more insistent when she suddenly rolled back over and glided toward the edge of the pond. She stood slowly, the surface of the water settling around her hips when she reached the log where she had earlier placed the.