They wouldn’t kill him, or at least Julias wouldn’t. The other two, she couldn’t guess. God damn it, they were Invictus. If they killed Mike, it...could spell war. If they killed Mike... There! The three were suddenly on the street again, heading back the way they came. They were bickering among themselves, but it was too quiet to hear in the bustling streets. She looked between the convenience store and the three Invictus. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.Fuck it. Once they had some distance, she hoped. Without any way to distract herself she had no choice but to be alone with her thoughts and the choices she had made, and Mona found she had managed to come to terms with many she had carried around for years prior.First and foremost her own sexuality. For such an open-minded society as she had grown up in she had struggled with a surprising amount of self-doubt and lack of confidence. So many wrong things and unnecessary constraints she had never realized until they had become practically. When I was giggling out of slight dizziness, he carried me into his rugged bedroom, and set me down on his large bed with a deep loving kiss. Jason leaned over me, his hands on either side of my head, our bodies touching, kissing me like he needed it to survive. I felt hands gently running over my body, and under the massive sweatshirt. ‘You know, I might have to get that sweatshirt and boxers bronzed. They look so much sexier on you than me. Actually I think you’d look sexier with nothing on. . Wanting to stroke him, or rest them on him, but not wanting to distract him ... Bringing them up to her tits, squeezing them – pinching her little pink nipples as he continues to slide that long tongue in and out, between her labia, out and over her clit, then back in ... Noisy, sloppy, wet noises as he makes a meal of her ... She holds all of her sounds in – no moans, no gasps, no squeaks ... Letting him lick ... Her thighs shaking as she forces herself to keep them apart and down against.