"Because once we have her in the middle of the bed, it will be easier for us to make our move," I explained. "OUR move?" Tom asked. "What do you mean ..."our" move?"Laughing, I told him, "My dear boyfriend, you know I'm a little bi-curious. You wouldn't mind sharing a little pussy with me, would you?"Tom was totally taken off-guard by my suggestion. "Are you serious?"I couldn't answer because Emma walked back into my room before I could say anything. As Emma entered, I could see that she was still. "My brain defaulted to the throbbing cock in my boxers, "Are you sure about this?" Yes, I've been thinking about it for a very long time," she replied, "and now that I'm eighteen and finished school I think it's time." A long time?" I asked."For a loong time, silly," she giggled, "why do you think I always showered after we swam in the pool, or ran to the bathroom when we cuddled on the couch... I needed some... Relief."I'd heard noises from her room a few times, but never considered she was. Frank plucked the first inch and a half ball bearing from his spring loaded sleeve dispenser, placed it in the pocket of his all metal wrist rocket, and drew back the tight spring coils. He drew bead on the one farthest back, and starred a hole right through his faceplate. The man's emergency training kicked in, and he had a huge sticky patch slapped against his faceplate in no time, but ended up with his right hand glued to his face, and his vision obscured. Before the rest of them noticed any. Lewis said walking over to the curtain and pulling them open."Oh my God," Lana said, as she stared at the nearly skeletal body of a young lady with very little hair, and hollowed eyes; she had the palest complexion she'd seen since an 'Adam's Family' movie."Fill the wash pan with some warm water and bring it here," Dr. Lewis ordered, "I'll take off her sanitary pants. Let me get the bed pan and a wash rag."Lana noticed the sink across from her for the first time and opening the general.