I grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it open. She groaned and pressed against me. I pushed the bra out of my way and palmed her plump breasts. ...She melted downwards, and I had to hold her up with the pressure of my body pinning her to the door. Her tongue fought its way past mine to enter my mouth. I sucked on it while I pushed the shirt down her arms. Her hands grabbed my hips and she tried to find a grip by which she could draw me closer. I pulled her forward long enough to grab the. Her scream was more of a yelp as he pulled her toward him. They were both sitting on the steps facing each other. Lana was catching her breath a little."I'm going to fuck you right here you horny bitch," Robert laughed, releasing his cock from his pants."Oh yeah?" Lana teased trying to make a break."Oh no you don't you slut," he said grabbing her but and forcing her back on the step. His hand went up under her short skirt, touching the front of a very sexy, skimpy thong. "Fuck you must want. I pulled my comp and touched a button to isolate it before slipping the data chip into the slot.I started reading and understood why Smith had the weapon. It was more then twelve hours before the liner heading out started boarding. I went up on the first shuttle and went straight to the jump room to wait. It was a long time before the crew and passengers began coming in. After we jumped I was up and walking out as others clung to their seats or were sick.I left my bag in a nice suite and went. What was remarkable was that, although the primary language lessons continued to be conducted between Lee and Gus with Meiersdottir and Joe commonly (though not always) participating, the natives' fluency in Standard seemed to progress evenly within the entire group. It appeared that Gus was conducting private sessions with its fellows during the evenings and, with their seemingly eidetic memories, they absorbed its teaching unerringly; nothing else could explain how a word, a phrase, a concept.