" Bending, she pointed to the hem of her pencil skirt. "I spilled some coffee here, see?" She pinched the offending portion of material and pulled it ...upward, exposing a slither of patterned lace stocking top. "Does it look bad?"She bent a little lower, angling her cleavage toward him. Come on, look at me. He did. Briefly."Looks fine to me," he muttered. "Is that all?"When she nodded, he repositioned his load and turned away.Pouting, she watched him head for the door. Looks fine? That was hardly. ”“You two are really cute,” offered Bell.Ariel couldn’t stop her goofy smile, despite the embarrassment she felt. Jasmine leaned over and kissed Ariel on the shoulder, sending a shiver down the redhead’s back.“If Ariel doesn’t have a story, I’m not telling mine,” said Jasmine.“Oh, no,” said Ariel. Ariel was jealous of whoever fucked her friend. She wondered if there was more than one guy. “You’re spilling the beans. And doing it first. Unless you’re chicken.”“At least she’s got one something. She woke later when there was a knock at the door. It was already morning and Ben was already up and had on a house coat. He opened the door and welcomed in the room service person who pushed in a breakfast cart. He took one look at Erin and grinned. Erin knew she was blushing and he smiled at her before leaving. She was very hungry and ate up the breakfast Ben had ordered her as he ate his. She could still feel his cum dribbling from her well abused cunt. At this point she said that she wanted. . shut up,” Tyrone muttered.So, I’ve previously mentioned that I had a fancy pantsy head computer. That gave me my combat HUD, let me make phone calls, and was how I took fifty to sixty percent of my selfies. Okay, that was a lie, it was how I took all of my selfies. But it had once been used by my Dad (and me, technically) during the Battle of Earth. Which is why I still had UNN and UNMC radio frequencies programmed into my noggin. Crackling in my head and in the helmets of my new best friends.