Leaning back against the wall of the tub, Jenna again pictured Moira, imagined her naked sharing her bath. In her fantasy it was the pretty redhead's ...fingers bringing her to orgasm, not her own.Fantasy or not, it wasn't long before her body began to tremble as the forces she had unleashed began to take hold. The tiny ripples were now powerful waves, crashing against the shoals of her sex. Her mouth opened with a silent cry as every inch of her exploded, the fantasy and reality of the moment. Checking the gas gauge, I was relieved to find it read full ... assuming the gauge was working, of course. With the lack of discipline and training I’d seen so far nothing was certain when it came to these guys.I drove around to the front of the building. Leaving the engine running, I jumped out and opened the door, telling the two men to bring the lady outside. I held out my hand and received my pistol back before they carried the stretcher outside and put it in the back of the truck.I looked. At the critical moment, Beth Ann grabbed the specimen cup and collected the evidence of our tryst.We shared the shower, played and giggled like school children, hurried getting dressed, brushed and all ready to go, then we went out for breakfast at a log cabin, pancake house we'd driven past a couple of times. Beth Ann mentioned eating there, someday and today was that someday.The place was a typical home style mom and pop. The owners both worked the counter and ran roughshod over a large. She waited patientlywhile the lads were shepherded into the remaining four positions."Right," said trainer briskly. "There's plenty of room because it isintended for six people which is the normal size of one of ourtraining squads."What? Thought the copper. So we're not the first. How many moregroups has she humiliated?When the five of them were secured in position and Jessica waspainfully aware that one of the lads would be getting close-up view ofher naked backside in motion. Suddenly the.