Then her attention was brought back to Helen as the blonde swung her body around and settled down on top of Brenda.Sixty-nine. Brenda knew about it, o...f course. She and Ken did it all the time with her usually on top.But this was with a woman, and when Brenda looked up, what she saw was Helen's pink hairless cunt hanging over her mouth.There it was. She could smell it. She felt Helen's mouth on her pussy and she knew Helen expected her to do the same.Why not? Brenda thought. I owe her that much.. To be loved and held as your fingers trace along the soft skin ofsomeone you just had sex with. It all felt good.Then of course my brain kicked in and anxiety started up.What had I done? What would my parents think? What would my friendsthink? Was I really wearing a white silk teddy with a keyhole cutout andwhite silk thigh highs? Whose arm was wrapped around my waist? Whoselips were on my thighs? My eyes flashed around until they looked rightinto Monique's and I could feel her calming. But I also want to make sure I’m completely comfortable with the situation. I’m not even sure why I’ve put off doing it, I suppose I could just get it over with. But another part of me would like to have some sort of bond with my partner.”Even as I began rambling a small part of me was internally screaming, shut the fuck up! I could feel my cheeks turning bright red as I trailed off, trying to avoid eye contact. I could feel Lincoln place a hand on my back, trying to provide some. I yelled, "MEDIC!" and ran to him. He was dead, so I pulled him away from the window and started shooting.They just kept coming. It was like they wanted to die. Now, there was shooting from upstairs, too. Our fire was heavy enough that the charge broke before it got half-way across the street. They turned and ran back behind the wall, and shooting from both sides stopped then. I counted 13 bodies in the street, but a few of them were wiggling, so I could tell that they were not dead.I was.