. strike our fancy, even the fancy of those of us farther out on that continuum than others, like me. Of course, Brett is one of the few males that st...rikes that fancy, but none of us, including, I think, Brett, is even close to ready to begin pondering that possibility in more than future generalities.“The whole idea of the sleepover is as a bonding event for some friends that have become closer to us than to various other members of the soccer team. Our five seniors seem to be feeling the end. Somehow through whirlwind of messy sheets she found her position, doggie style, using her hands as props for her head. “Ok, put your face in there,” she directed. I dropped to my knees and crept closer.Her pussy hung open, as it always does after she’s been with him. It was red and still swollen. Dried crusty cum outlined her oval as I got nearer.“We had sex for a long time,” she said.I could tell.“Can you taste him?” “Mark came in me twice,” she said. I didn’t respond verbally, I just. No she thought to herself, Woman, you look pretty good.She rolled down her panties and unfastened her brassier and walked into the smallish shower stall. Once the water was hot, Elizabeth stood under the running water for a good three minutes and enjoyed the feeling of cleanliness that only fresh water can provide. God she thought, if the men knew what I was doing in the shower. The Navy has strict rules about showers at sea. With a lack of fresh water all hands were required to take a Navy. The filth and rust that now covered her hands stood testament to her attempt. She concentrated on staying strong, on not weeping, as she stared across the cold stone floor. She shivered against the cold, despite the warmth of the climate in Irulan. What straw there was, was wet and covered with filth or human waste. She noted some piles of waste, where previous prisoners had obviously, animal like, kept it in a single area. She despaired and feared how long she might have to stay here. She.