Debbie then suggested we all took a shower to clean off our sweaty bodies, she was still wearing her panties at this point and as we got in to the bat...hroom she peeled them off giving me my first look at hers as well as at any ones pussy it was this neat black little triangle and just seeing it got me really hard again at which Debbie just smiled, we all climbed in to the shower and starts to wash and soap each other and I got to fell those great tits, her round little ass and her soft little. There on her back, on the three-sectional sofa facing the 60" plasma TV, lay Gladys. She was apparently taking an afternoon nap. Her raven hair was a wildly curled crown around her head. Her purple silk short robe was askew, baring one of her caramel-colored breasts with its small coffee-dark nipple. Despite himself, Reilly felt his cock throb in response. He crossed the distance to the sofa quietly as Gladys shifted in her sleep, causing her right knee to drop toward the TV. The motion spread. “Mark have you been you listening?”“Huh—err, what was that Professor?”“I was saying that in this particular instance, while finishing third, you seemed to have gotten the interest of Monroe’s County Commissioners.”“What? Why?”“Your design of the Library stood out in their minds, and while they cannot allow you to be the architect that actually constructs the library, they want you on board as the lead assistant architect. It will pay a salary, err, to be discussed when you fly down there, and. "How many bunkers are there?" I ask, curiosity is still not satisfied."5, in a triangle shape starting with the apex at the back of the compound," Gwen answers dutifully. She is a much better source of information than any of the men had been. "They all have different functions." Interesting," I say to prompt her once more, but we have reached the gathering of women."Oh Gwen you're all right." One of the women comes over and gives Gwen a big hug."Yes I am fine, but I wanted you all to meet.