” I got up and walked into the living area of the suite. “Rebecca, come on. Now. I need you right now.” She looked up at me and smiled. “And I... thought I wasn’t going to benefit from this.” We walked into the unoccupied bed room and I jerked her clothes off of her. She just as eagerly pulled my pants off of me. She got on her knees and started to suck my cock. It felt so good, but I wanted to fuck her. I pulled her up and kissed her deeply. I pushed her back on the bed and jerked her panties off. I broke into a run; that leaden feeling was back in my gut, only slightly relieved by realising that the remaining figure on the deck was Jenni, rapidly disappearing below deck.I followed and found the following tableau; Jessica leaning against the kitchenette worktop, holding a handgun rather uncertainly; Jenni just inside the saloon, holding another handgun with rather more determination. Marty sitting on the back of a prone figure, holding the figure's arm twisted brutally up his. Standing in front of the full-length mirror she turned and admired herself. She stood five feet nine inches tall in her bare feet. The height helped her carry her figure and she carefully weighed her full breasts and her toned, rounded hips. She didn't fit into the current "skinny with big tits" style of beauty, but she didn't care. She was occupied examining her large, coral pink nipples, considering another round of self-pleasure, when the phone rang.Jules flipped her long curly hair out of. Although there had still been some back in the woods and in the shade of buildings, the snow had mostly gone from the ground back in Marquette two days before. When he'd finally finished his last exam, he'd walked out to the already-packed Jeep and drove off campus, all the graduation he wanted and all he would get -- except for this day and the weeks that followed. Presumably his diploma would show up in the mail in Bradford in a week or two, to be tossed in a collection in his old bedroom.