I push you back down with my hands on your hips, I move lower, my head hovering over your cunt.I can see the desperation in your eyes, begging me to t...aste you to feel your warmth around my tongue, juices dripping down my chin. I blow onto your clit you gasp as the cold air hits your hot flesh, I gently run my tongue over your lips teasing you slowly my hands running up and down your thighs, nails digging in.You start to beg, moaning my name, pulling against your top used as a restraint, I give. (but that's for another story) Yeah, the same bitch that made me say "Fuck Bitches." Any whores, during that time I got a facebook message from a c***dhood friend. I knew this girl because we use to go to school together. She knew that back in the day I had a thing for her but she didn't know how to react. Anyways, me and her got to talking. Turns out she's a mom now and her husband and her separated for reason I don't know. So knowing me, I decided to take a shot at her, since I was able to. ”I gestured and we crawled back and turned. I looked at Samantha and Zari and then Storm, “we split up in pairs. You and Samantha stay here and crawl to the edge of the broken fence. Zari and I will go down the river a little and crawl out and to the debris where the barn was. You watch me and when we are set I will signal.”He stiffened and I looked into his eyes, “you start firing and we will attack into the rear of the shuttle. You kill the females before shooting the males. We need to free. She didn't eat properly, and it broke my heart not to see her smile. I tried everything I could to cheer her up; arranging pyjama parties for just me, her and Ben and Jerry; to dronken nights out where we could let it all go. But nothing seemed to work. On the rare occasions where Bethany did talk about Tim, she'd talk about the things Tim wanted to do, or what they wanted to do together, but now never would.One night, she told me, in between tears, that she didn't know how she was going to.