I knew nothing of what lay beneath the city streets, so I tried not to fear it. But the faces stalked the bulkheads of my mind, harshly exposed and fu...zzy, interspersed with abrupt stabs of static, as they had appeared on the television screen. My watch read just before seven when Alison gently stirred me. I came to and looked into her soft features, her chocolate-drop eyes and skin the colour of lightly caramelised sugar. It registered as strange that at this early hour she looked spring-fresh. I hated it when someone did it to me, but it was such a turn on when I did to her. I sucked on the side of her neck like I was going to give her a hickey, but I knew better than to do that. It would difficult for her to explain with her position.I went back to her mouth to smother it with kisses. I was fighting hard to keep my anticipation in check. It was a battle that I was losing. I wanted to hear her moan in pleasure and scream in the throws of orgasms. We started a tongue battle; she lost. If they only knew that the "Bullwinkle" he referred to, was the 6 foot 6 Nikolai Bitschenko and not the moose that talked to Rocky the Flying Squirrel! It was more a bid for a "not guilty by reason of insanity" defense, and they discharged Pitts rather than prosecute him.When his Soviet cohorts fled in the 90's Pitts gave them a hideout inside of the abandoned White Alice complex near Unalakleet. Here they also reconstructed the apparatus with more technologically advanced equipment that would. There she was just standing there looking as good as I”ve ever seen her. Her pussy was completely shaved and her tits sat pushed up and looked perfect. In my head I knew I shouldn”t be staring at her but I couldn”t help it. I then started rubbing my cock as if I”ve never had a hard on before. The thought alone of her there standing naked made me go crazy. It was then when I must have gotten to into it when I had made a noise. Quickly she covered herself up and started to open the door. I had.