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  • Dead. They appeared to have fallen around a single, much smaller body. He took out his pistol feeling for a clip in his pocket. Looking closer, he realized the small body lying between them was a woman. The white of her t-shirt was covered in blood and dirt, her dark blue jeans torn up and down her curvy thighs. Her hair was in a loose bun with wisps of curls falling onto her face and strapped to her back was a bayoneted M4 Carbine. He hadn't seen skin her shade of light brown in a very long time. Every soldier in his command was white. The few dozen women they had captured were almost all white as well. Quietly, he stepped over dried leaves and Teen twigs, trying to stay on the soft grass. She appeared to be asleep and didn't move as he approached. Now Virgins just a few feet away; he could see her soft features, the high cheekbones, a pert nose and plump lips. She was beautiful. Before he could move any closer, her eyes flashed open, sending a pulse of adrenaline through him. Her eyes, large and catlike, were the color of milk chocolate. He froze remembering what felt like a lifetime ago. An entirely different world. "Morgan?" he whispered. He shook his head in disbelief, he didn't think he would ever see her again. They had gone to University here together, over a decade ago. “Tell me, you know of my plan, but have I ever told you how it began? Her fine hairs which felt trimmed quite short, her Teen soft lips and the tops of her thighs and now my right hand, were all Virgins covered with slippery pussy juice. You are an exceptional young lover. “Thank you, um……” She was searching for my name tag. I told Cathy to bring her father along, that all of my family and Cindy's family would be there to watch. Lara hung on her husband's arm and listened raptly, telling him that she wanted to spend some time alone with him. “Angel,” he groaned as his hands swept up my stomach to my big breasts. Grace reached around and wrapped her arms around Leona's waist as her futanari lover and her futanari child spit roasted her. I take a moment to look up at him and push myself up to all fours. Slowly we watched inch by inch of his cock entering my hungry ass as pleasure consumed both of us. throat fucking her. “Enjoy!” my daughter said and rushed off into the building. As Beth watched Liz rode harder moaning as the dildo penetrated her ass and opened her and Beth reached forward and looking into Liz's eyes, ran a finger down her breast bone, down her tummy and to her pussy lips. Mark still didn't move.