I saw him run into a building with a rifle. We quickly set up. This would not be an ambush but a fight.The Memphians weren’t patient and killed the ...railer. I guess they might have thought we had people in it. It wasted some of their ammunition and gave me a good idea of their arms and their ability to use them. I began to arrange our people to cover the approaches into town. That spread us thin and I was my reserve force but I figured that, when we started hitting them with real weapons, they. ’ I said, dropping into one of my stripper characters, an immigrant from Paris with a sexy French accent. I handed him a drink I had prepared. ‘Here is your martini, monsieur, as you prefer it.’ Three parts Leopold’s Small Batch Gin, one part dry vermouth with a twist. His eyes were soaking me in as I began to dance to the techno blasting from our stereo. I must say I looked hot. I wore 4 inch platform heels, mesh thigh high stockings, an inexpensive fake leather mini skirt that showed the tops. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed. I screamed with pleasure as his tree trunk slowly filled my cavernous cunt. When his cock is completely filling my cunt, it feels like a fist. I should know my cousin Tina fist-fucks my cunt to her elbow, whenever she comes to visit. My brother’s huge cock begins to move in and out of my battered pussy.“That’s it, fuck my pussy big brother. Fuck it harder,” I said feeling his giant dick sawing in and out of my distended cunt. My pussy is getting a workout. I began rubbing her clit, then sliding my fingers up and down her slit all the way to her asshole. her entire body was shuddering, and she asked me to put some fingers in her pussy. It was so wet, that I slid two right in, and then three. She began fucking my fingers right there in the balcony, just 20 feet from the street. After a few minutes, she reached down and pulled me up into a kiss. Our tongues were all over each others mouths as we rubbed our tits together, and groped every inch.