Gene Polanski, Male, 45

	- Business VP, husband of Tamara, father of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- tanned beige skin, 6'1, 210lbs, short peppered grey-black hair

Tamara Khouri-Polanski, Female, 43

	- Professor, wife of Gene, mother of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 150lbs, shoulder-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Lauren Khouri-Polanski, Female, 15

	- High school freshman, daughter of Gene and Tamara, sister of Finch and Logan

	- medium olive skin, 5'8, 150lbs, back-length curly black-brown hair, colored white-streaked highlights

Finch Khouri-Polanski, Male, 14

	- Eigth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 145lbs, ear-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Logan Khouri-Polanski, Male, 12

	- Sixth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Finch

	- medium olive skin, 5'1, 110lbs, ear-length straight black hair

Holly Bridgewater, Female, 19

	- Agent of Marker 1, sister of Anna

	- Bronze-tanned skin, 5'1, 100lbs, straight shoulder-length straw-blonde hair

Dr. Erns Henderson, Male, 40ish

	- Associate of Panthea, husband of Juliana, father of Hannah and Georges

	- Dark beige skin, 7'0, 280lbs, unkempt black hair.

Juliana Henderson, Female, 40ish

	- wife of Dr. Henderson, mother of Hannah and Georges

	- Dark tan skin, 5'0, 100lbs, long dark hair

Hannah Henderson, Female, 15

	- daughter of Dr. Henderson and Juliana, twin sister of Georges

	- Dark beige skin, 5'10, 160lbs, long dark-brown hair in a ponytail

Georges Henderson, Male, 15

	- son of Dr. Henderson and Juliana, twin brother of Hannah

	- Dark beige skin, 5'10, 165lbs, mousy dark-brown hair

Panthea (Silk Purse), Female, early 50s

	- A woman with an unknown background

	- Brown-grey skin, 5'7, 140lbs, short curly black-silk hair

Adam (Silver) Silverbaum, Male, late-20s

	- M1 Technician

	- Ashy beige skin, 5'7, 150lbs, ear-length black hair

Marisa, Female, early-30s

	- M1 Technician

	- Light almond skin, 5'3, 110lbs, short dark-brown hair

Bendal, Male, late-30s

	- M1 Technician

	- Pale freckled skin, 5'8, 160lbs, shaved bald head

Major Ingrid Danielson, Female, late-40s

	- M1 Officer

	- Tanned, freckled beige skin, 5'11, 175lbs, cropped coppery-red hair

“No one's here.” Marisa's voice was flat and matter-of-fact. “You sure no one left?”

Bendal shook his head. “As sure as I could be. They might have gotten out through the back, would have been hard to notice, but... I didn't see anything moving once they went inside.”

They had picked their way carefully through the side yard and moved slowly to the door, bolting inside with their guns ready to fire. Bright lights had greeted them, but a thorough search had turned up no one in the house, and no sign of where Anna and the men with her had gone.

“Goddamnit...” Holly grumbled.

“They wanted to be seen. They had to have. Why else would Anna let us follow her so long and then lead us to this place? She knew we'd come here after her.” Silver had joined them just moments before and sat on the edge of a chair, his eyes locked on his tablet as his fingers whirled across the virtual keyboard.

Gene filled his canteen from the faucet and sipped it slowly. He glanced around the large living area sleepily. It was the middle of the night and his body was beginning to tire after the exhausting pursuit of Holly's sister, his nerves still on edge from the unknown plans the woman had for them. The furniture was old and rustic, well-crafted chairs and couches making the place look like any typical ranch house in Europe.

There were pictures of trains on the wall, photos of a man, woman, and two small children on a curio. “Any idea who those people are?” Gene asked idly.

“No clue,” replied Holly, no sign on her face of the weariness the others showed so clearly. “Never saw them before.”

“What does it mean that the trace back went to a system you built for Holly's father?” Gene asked Silver.

“Hard to say. Very, very few knew of it. Me, Bridgewater, Jesus, maybe a couple of others. Anna. We knew there were moles in M1, and some messages we managed to keep off their comms by using it. I wish I could trace the first message. I'd bet my nuts it hit that same system.”

“No records that you can call up?”

“By design, no. No traces. I got lucky here to find where it went, but what it got out of the connection, I can't tell.”

Gene stood and paced a moment, trying to work off his fatigue by staying in motion. “So they went out the back. No way anyone could have kept an eye on all sides. They crept out the back and disappeared. Maybe we should scout around and see if there is any sign of them through that field.”

Holly shook her head. “Marisa already tried. Nothing out that way to see.”

Gene shrugged. “Where else could they have gone?”

Holly stood straight a moment, then rushed down a hallway. Gene followed. She snatched at a cord which attached to a pull-down door into the attic. “We looked up there, Holly. Nothing up there.”

She didn't reply and climbed the small ladder, disappearing through the opening in the ceiling. Gene stepped up and crawled in behind her. Holly was on her hands and knees ahead of him, the attic low and dusty. She called back. “It was disturbed. Someone was in here before we got here. I noticed it earlier, but dismissed it. But I wonder...”

Gene sat on his feet as he watched the nineteen-year old blonde feel around the planks carefully, the light in the attic provided by one spare bulb hanging near the middle. Holly tried edges of several only to find they were fastened hard and unmoving. After long minutes like that, she sat beside Gene and let out a long breath. “It was worth a shot,” she said, frustrated.

“Thought there might be a hidden room or something only accessible from here?”

“It was worth a shot.” She repeated, less forcefully this time.

Gene's eyes adjusted to the dim attic and he thought he saw a sliver of golden light near the back, near the far wall. “Holly...” he started, but she had seen it too.

The blonde crawled quickly to the spot and ran her fingers along the edge. “It moves!” she exclaimed, heaving the wooden plank up and shifting it aside. Gene watched Holly as she stared down into whatever was below. “Grab our shit and get the others. I've found where they've gone.”

- - -

Tamara watched the countryside whirl past as the driver had them flying down narrow roads inside Austria. The traffic had slowed them, and Major Danielson had been insistent that they make time whenever they could. It reminded Tamara of weeks before, when she had still been with her family, racing through a different part of Europe in the hands of the M1 military.

She'd slept little in the night despite her exhaustion. Thoughts of Gene and her children kept her stomach upset, and twice she had risen to relieve herself. Danielson had not stirred, and the guards had simply acknowledged her and pointed her to the shallow ditch.

They neared Salzburg and Tamara started to grow anxious. She never seemed to stay anywhere long, and every place she'd gone had involved fear and doubt, and more than a few times, an intimate relationship, as well.

Her family hadn't been the only thoughts keeping her awake. Ingrid's eyes pierced hers in light dreams, and Tamara awoke a few times to find her pussy drooling to the images. She'd resisted getting off, but as they got closer to Salzburg, she wished she'd have gotten her arousal restrained before getting to their destination.

The SUV pulled down a narrow, hedgerow-lined dirt path and stopped at a gate. Three guards eyed them carefully before approaching. The driver rolled down the window and spoke to them in German before being ushered through. Tamara saw two rows of narrow buildings, and two bulky structures which looked like bunkers. There were trees filling the ground on the property, even between buildings, and they provided a great deal of shade to the area.

They parked next to one of the bunker-looking buildings and were escorted inside. Tamara waited in a small, grey room while Danielson and the others disappeared deeper inside.

She hated waiting. There never seemed to be any middle ground in her life anymore. If she wasn't waiting, she was running somewhere, and she hated that, too. Or she thought she did. As Tamara turned over that thought in her mind, she couldn't help a small smile. She'd been a professor of history, and realistic military fiction had been something she had become an expert on over the years. Here she was, living a tale fit for the genre. She chuckled at the thought, and did her best to sit quietly while other people made decisions about what came next.

- - -

“We were pretty lucky, Finch,” Lauren said quietly, her brother sitting on the edge of the bed. “We nearly got found out yesterday. I'm kinda creeped.” She regretted her feelings because she really had wanted to let Finch continue to finger her. The thought of Henderson finding out made her lose interest, her clit dwindling in response.

Her brother let out a breath, said, “I know... just... can't help myself, you know.”

“Not complaining. I just don't want to get caught.” She pursed her lips. “He scares me.”

“Why? Mr. Henderson is such a nice guy.”

“I dunno. Probably that night we met him. He made me piss myself...” It was not a pleasant memory at first, but she started to chuckle as she remembered the event. She'd been scared, but over time, thinking about it, brought arousal for some reason.

“Oh... yeah, that... I guess I can see it.”

“Anyway...” Lauren reached to the other side of the bed, “where's Logan?”

“Dunno. I heard him get up earlier, but I think I fell asleep before he came back. If he came back.”

“He was acting kinda weird yesterday, right?”

Finch nodded. “Yeah. Kinda flighty.”

“Something happened on that walk... ohmygod, Finch. Do you think...?”

“Juliana and Georges? Damn... I hope so...”

“That would explain why Georges stayed to himself all evening. Damn...” Lauren felt herself growing wet and did her best to push the thoughts away. “Can't think about that now... getting myself going...”

Before Finch could suggest they stay in bed a while longer, a suggestion she wasn't too sure she would turn down, Lauren slid from under the covers and jumped into her pants. She'd had to wear a new pair after the light mess she'd made in them while watching her brother fuck Hannah's menstruating pussy. They slid on fresh and clean over her panties and in moments, she was in the kitchen and watching as Henderson asked after Finch.

“He's up, should be out in a minute.”

Her brother joined them and Henderson held their attention. “We're leaving this afternoon. All good, everyone, just had to be patient. Should be there by nightfall.”

“Where are we going?” Logan asked between bites of a bagel.

“Genoa. In Italy.”

- - -

The attic had led them to a small hallway which ran down into steep stairs. It had run at least a dozen meters below the house and turned back on itself before running straight for another hundred meters. What they found at the end was not what Gene could have expected.

There was a small console with a few buttons and levers, a small monitor blinking as if it had been powered off and back on without rebooting. Next to the console, the passage opened onto a platform. Tracks led along the platform, disappearing in both direction into darkness.

“Of course! A Heathrow system. I should have thought of that!” Silver exclaimed.

“Heathrow system?” Gene asked as he peered into the darkened tunnel.

“Early on,” Silver explained, “M1 needed to move around places without being seen. There were old lines run all over the place to allow royals and other important people to get from the airports to places they didn't want to be found. There's a huge hub of such things at Heathrow.”

Gene stepped back from the platform, said, “handy, I'm sure. Where does it go?”

Silver shook his head. “No idea. This one's not on the maps I've seen. Something built for privacy, I'm sure. Something your dad would have done, Holly.”

The blonde didn't comment as she watched Marisa flick the console switches and hit a button. “I've called for a car,” the mousy woman said, “we'll see if one answers.”

“Just like that?”

Marisa shrugged, “works the same everywhere. If a car is available and isn't blocked by other cars, it should come around at some point.”

“How long?” Gene asked.

“Depends. If there's only one car and it is a long distance away, could be hours or days. No way to tell.”

They didn't wait long. Ten minutes later, a metallic whizz echoed through the tunnel, and Gene tensed in anticipation. The car slowed and stopped at the platform. It wasn't much to look at, could have been a much smaller version of a caboose from any train anywhere. It was boxy, small, weak lights on the front and along the top edges.

They climbed inside and Marisa seated herself at the console. “Which way?”

Before anyone could answer, the car's doors closed and it started moving away from the platform in the direction Gene thought might be west. Or east. He wasn't terribly certain underground.

Gene settled back into an under-stuffed seat, the car not built for comfort. There was nothing to see in the dark tunnel as the car picked up speed, just the lightest of reflections off the metal beams supporting the tunnel as they whirled by.

The car rocked hard and then Gene heard a concussive explosion from behind them. He turned automatically, saw nothing in the darkness. He eyed Holly, saw her watching the same featureless tracks.

Thirty seconds later, another concussion, closer this time, then a bit later, another.

“They're blowing the tracks,” Holly muttered, sounding unsurprised by the idea. “Don't want anyone else following, I expect.”

Gene wondered exactly how they were blowing the tracks, and worried that one mistimed explosion could easily trap them under the earth. His claustrophobia began to fester as the car moved on its own, rocking from time to time as another section of the tunnel collapsed somewhere behind them.

- - -

“Mrs. Polanski.” A man's voice roused her from the nap which had come on out of nowhere. Tamara sat up straighter. “Please follow me.”

She stood mechanically, dreams of light green eyes and a rugged jawline still fresh in her mind. What is going on with me? It's like I have a crush or something... What's that about?

She was taken to a large conference room down a hallway. Inside, Danielson was seated quietly, watching Tamara enter the room. Two men and a woman were also in chairs around a circular table. None of them looked familiar.

“Please, sit,” the other woman suggested, waving her hand towards a chair across from Major Danielson. Tamara did as instructed.

“Right now, we're in a holding pattern, Mrs. Polanski.” Tamara wondered if the less formal relationship they had had on the road was left behind when they entered the gates of the compound. “This site is secure and we have reason to believe the best place for you to be is here. Expect to be here at least three days. There are other events playing out which may take some time to analyze and which may force us to move south. For now though, you are completely free of movement within the complex.”

“Meaning I can't leave.”

Danielson replied evenly, “none of us can, not without orders.” She leaned forward, her green eyes slicing through Tamara's resolve. “Please, we're trying to help you, Mrs. Polanski. That is our only goal.”

Tamara relaxed slightly and said, “fine. I know. I wouldn't know where to go even if I could.” She leaned forward and looked at Danielson. “Has there been any more news of my husband? My kids?”

“No, not since we last spoke of the matter. I'll let you know when we hear anything substantial.”

Tamara nodded, expecting that response. “What am I to do here?”

Danielson paused a moment, replied, “rest. Recharge. I think you need it.”

- - -

Logan grinned broadly as the three boys and two girls sat huddled in the bedroom while the adults worried over details of their drive to Italy. He had just listened as Georges told them what had happened the day before. Hannah already knew and Logan watched her mouth widen in a toothsome smile as her twin brother described how good it had felt to be inside his mother's body. “Cumming in her, wow... I couldn't believe I was doing it...”

Logan's penis was hard in his pants and without thinking, he pulled it out and started to stroke it.

“Logan! I told you, we can't chance it.”

He scowled, wanted badly to cum to the memories of his own role in the events the day before. Lauren grabbed his hand and laughed, “please, brother. Just let it go this time, ok? We're leaving in a few minutes, and Hannah and I don't want to be cleaning it out of our hair or off our clothes.” She laughed again and tucked his hard cock back into his pants.

The touch of her fingers made him leak precum into his underwear.

Lauren turned back to Georges, “that is so hot. We gotta stop talking about this. I'm almost as bad as Logan at needing to get off.”

As if to reinforce the point, Logan heard Henderson's voice call out to them. “Time to roll, kids!”

They grabbed their bags and carried them out to the van, Juliana and Panthea already inside.

“So we're really going to Italy?” Logan asked.

“Very much so,” Mr. Henderson responded. “Ever been, my boy?”

Logan shrugged. “Don't know. I've been running through all kinds of places for weeks. I suppose Italy might have been one of them. Maybe.”

Henderson smiled and climbed into the driver's seat. “Well, it's a bit of a tough slog over the mountains, but it's beautiful. And Genoa is one of my very favorite places in the world. You'll see.”

Logan climbed in next to Lauren with Georges beside her, his brother Finch behind them between Panthea and Hannah. Logan liked the thought of touching his legs to Lauren's during the ride, and before they had gone ten minutes, his fingers were sliding into his pants. He noticed his sister was doing the same.

Juliana and Henderson were chatting softly in tones too low for Logan to hear, so he tuned them out and concentrated on the sensation of his sister's warm thigh against his. He saw that Lauren had pushed her butt forward a bit and had spread her jeans-covered legs. Her eyes caught his and he knew she was cautioning him to be very quiet and as still as possible. Logan wondered if Georges was in on it.

He grabbed his hard little cock inside his underwear and gave it very small, short strokes, his fist forming a tight tunnel through which he slid. It felt amazing, a tease of what he could do with some spit and freedom of movement. But he didn't want to get caught. Slowly, he began working into a rolling euphoria, his body tensing. He could feel Lauren trembling very lightly against him, and he could see on her face that she was barely hiding the fact that she was about to orgasm.

Logan let go completely, closed his eyes and mouth, doing his best not to make a sound as semen rushed up his shaft and flowed out against his underwear. Jets spurted and splashed against the fabric, globs of sticky cum washing over his fingers. He felt Lauren climax, small jerks and barely-registered moans.

He caught his breath slowly, trying to tell if the adults in the front had caught them. They showed no signs, continuing a conversation too quiet for Logan to hear. He looked at Lauren, and she smiled at him, her face flushed. She pulled her fingers out of her pants and sniffed them. Her eyes cast forward then she leaned down, holding her fingers in front of Logan's nose.

He inhaled the rich, pungent scents of his sister's pussy. Lauren's odors were highly arousing, Logan's penis trying to harden again.

Just then, Juliana called back, “gonna be a long ride, probably should give it a rest... and get some rest...”

The woman turned back briefly and stared at Logan with intense eyes. Juliana turned back around. Logan knew he'd been caught. He prayed quickly that Mr. Henderson hadn't noticed.

He slowly pulled his hand out of his pants. His fingers were coated with sticky cum. He started to wipe it on his jeans, but Lauren stopped him, lapped the semen off his flesh quickly, and smiled as she swallowed what she had collected.

- - -

“Your kit includes soap and other supplies you'll need during your stay,” the young man told her as she was ushered to a small room with a cot, a chair, and a couple of small tables. “The shower is down the hall and to the left. Also a razor if you are so inclined,” he added as he walked off.

Tamara stared at her room a moment before deciding she was so inclined.

The shower ran weak and had a low flow, but at least it was hot. It was also partially private, a rough curtain pulled across the openings of divided stalls. Tamara ran the soap over her body, enjoying the hot spray across her flesh. She trimmed her pubes near the top and thinned them a bit, the weeks of unchecked growth had often led to irritation. Satisfied that she had gotten enough, she admired the dark patch which still remained above her slit.

Tamara shut off the water and realized the stall next to her was occupied. She hustled out and reached for her towel, covering herself quickly. Tamara laughed, unsure why she'd suddenly felt uncomfortable being nude in a women's shower. After all the times she'd relieved herself in front of both men and women, flesh exposed for any eyes which went near, she had no reason to even flinch at the current situation.

She dropped her towel and dried herself, the other shower cutting off before she'd finished. The curtain opened and Major Danielson came through, her towel wrapped around her waist, her breasts full and exposed.

For a second Tamara's eyes were stuck on the woman's light nipples. Danielson had clearly had implants at some point, but they weren't large, probably no larger than a round C-cup.

Tamara realized the woman was staring at her chest, Tamara's tits exposed as she dried her privates. Her hard nipples betrayed her attempt to not feel aroused.

It passed suddenly, and Danielson turned around, using a smaller towel to dry her cropped, coppery hair. Tamara shook herself and quickly finished, no words passing between them as Tamara put on the clean slacks and t-shirt she'd been issued and returned to her room.

She sat quietly a few minutes, trying to process what she was experiencing, before a knock at the door roused her to alertness.

“Tamara, may I come in?” Danielson's voice was more feminine than usual.

“Of course.”

The door opened and the Major stepped through, clad in grey fatigues. The woman wore nothing on her head, her shiny locks still wet from the shower. Danielson carried the chess bag and a bottle of port.

“Thought you and I might enjoy another go? Give me a chance to take one from you?”

Tamara shrugged. She was tired, a bit confused, but of no mind to deny that she would like to spend more time with the woman. “Yeah, sure.”

Tamara pushed the one chair in the room to the other side of a small table near the bed and sat down on her cot. Danielson sat and twisted open the bottle. “Fraid I forgot to bring glasses,” she announced before taking a swig and passing it to Tamara. She hesitated only a second before washing back her uncertainty with a swallow of the sweet wine. It warmed her quickly.

She felt the woman's eyes on her and met them, suspecting Danielson wanted to say something. Tamara took another swig, felt her courage muster, and passed back the bottle. The Major took another swallow. “Ingrid, you look like something's on your mind.”

The redhead paused a moment, took another swallow and sat down the bottle. “You're a beautiful woman, Tamara. I said before that you reminded me of someone. A lover I lost some time ago. I'm sorry if I cannot help looking at you.”

Tamara flushed and looked away, “someone you loved?”

“Oh, yes. I miss her terribly.”

“Ah. I'm... sorry.”

Ingrid picked up the bottle and swallowed again, handing it back to Tamara. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Tamara felt her uneasiness creep back in. “Uh... I dunno. Depends on what you mean...”

Danielson hesitated, then her face became even again. “Nothing. Just a thought. Anyway,” she swung the chess bag onto the table, “I want some revenge.”

Tamara started at her a moment before trying to move one, unable to wonder what the woman had been about to say.

They played two games, Tamara taking both, and by the time they were finished, both were buzzing strongly. Tamara had let her walls drop and was openly flirting with the woman, and Ingrid returned it twofold. Something about her was different. She was handsome, not beautiful, but her eyes, and her hair, really stood out. The way she grew attentive as the evening went on really worked on Tamara, and when she motioned the woman to sit next to her on the cot, she knew she was about to fuck the Major.

Danielson sat solidly next to Tamara, then hesitated. “About this... about that secret...”

“Tell me, Ingrid.”

“I... I have a very large... clitoris...”

Tamara smiled, “wonderful. Mine gets pretty large when I'm turned on, too... like right now...”

She guided Ingrid's hand between her legs and pressed her crotch against it. Tamara knew the woman could feel the heat from her sex.

Ingrid shivered, then pulled back her hand, saying, “no, I mean... like, little-dick big. I can... probably fuck you with it...”

Tamara envisioned what that might feel like and before she could cum in her pants, she dropped to her knees and started pulling down Danielson's fatigues. She pressed her hand against the woman's crotch and couldn't believe the bulge pressing back against her palm.

Even through the coarse fabric of Ingrid's panties she could tell her clit was large. It would have been very easy to mistake it for a small cock. Tamara's panties grew wet in anticipation.

She saw the slightest hint of shame in Ingrid's bright green eyes as Tamara peeled down her underwear. Tamara saw the woman's clit spring out, two or three inches of hardness pointing straight towards Tamara's chest. She leaned down and sucked it into her mouth.

Ingrid started shuddering immediately as Tamara slid the huge, hard clit between her lips. She realized it might be overly sensitive and tried not to suck too hard. Ingrid's hips started moving against her face. She's fucking my mouth with her clit! Tamara's hand slid quickly into her own panties and she started fingering herself rapidly. The woman's pussy tasted clean and meaty, rich and wonderful as the swollen flesh danced against her tongue.

The redhead bucked as Tamara slid a finger from her other hand between Ingrid's reddish pubes and into the woman's slick vagina. She bucked again and started to hump harder into Tamara's mouth. In seconds, Ingrid pressed forward, holding Tamara's head against her, the woman's swollen clit against Tamara's tongue, and the woman climaxed hard. She was shockingly quiet as she came, her body flushing and trembling as Tamara sucked her nub.

Ingrid fell back, convulsing, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open as she fought for breath. Tamara pushed her back, letting her tongue drift lower, probing the redhead's dripping cunt. She was rich in flavor, the meaty labia surrounding her hole coated with her excitement.

While she licked the woman's pussy, she held Ingrid's clit between her fingers, slowly stroking it up and down. It really did feel like a small penis, close to three-inches when it was throbbing and hard. Tamara had never considered anything so exciting could exist between a woman's legs. She wished it could shoot cum.

Tamara rose up, said, “I want you to fuck me.”

She pulled Ingrid to her feet, the woman's cunt drooling down her thigh. Tamara pulled the mattress off the cot and put it on the floor, laying on her back on it, spreading her thighs to show Ingrid her wet pussy.

The redhead stared a moment, clearly enjoying the sight of Tamara's exposed genitals. She sank down and lapped Tamara's hot flesh, flicking her clit as she licked up and down her slit. Tamara came very quickly, coating the woman's tongue with her creamy discharge. She tried to be quiet, but Tamara wasn't sure how well she'd succeeded.

Ingrid rose over her and spread her legs wider, moving her knees up under Tamara's thighs. The look in the redhead's eyes was one of overwhelming lust, a look Tamara had seen only rarely in her life. Danielson pressed her pubes against Tamara's, and her long, hard clit pushed between the willing, welcoming pussy below her.

Tamara moaned as she felt the penetration, Ingrid's flesh hot as it tunneled inside her body. It even felt like a small dick. Sure, it wasn't long and didn't have the girth of a penis, but as Ingrid settled over top of her and started to fuck her like a man would, Tamara found she loved the sensation. A fantasy of her son, Logan, flash into her mind, and she couldn't help wondering if his dick was about the same size as Ingrid's clit.

She fondled the redhead's pale, freckled breasts, the full reconstructions felt wonderful between her fingers. Ingrid started panting as she fucked Tamara, and in moments, it was clear the woman was going to come like that.

Tamara opened herself as much as possible to let Ingrid slide deeper inside her. The Major's thrusts became urgent, her clit slipped out quickly and as she thrust back, her clit opened Tamara's anus slightly. Ingrid froze as Tamara gasped.

Tamara was too caught up in the moment to think about it. She moved first, pushing her ass against the penetration, Ingrid's clit slipping just inside her rectum. Ingrid came as her nub slid around Tamara's tightest opening. Tamara felt the woman's body jerking over her and raced her fingers down to stroke her own clit. As Ingrid's body spasmed, her hard clit swelling in Tamara's ass, the dark-haired woman came hard, the sensation of the redhead's clit in her butt sending her over the edge.

She crashed hard and shuddered, Ingrid's nub slipping wetly from her anus. The woman continued to writhe over Tamara's body, and she pulled her down and over her to kiss her for the first time. She tasted her own pussy on the redhead's lips. They moaned together before Tamara felt herself becoming drowsy.

She felt weak a moment, not wanting the Major to leave her, really wanting her company. “Can you stay with me tonight?”

Ingrid kissed her again, said, “no.” Tamara felt pangs of sadness. “But you can stay with me.”

- - -

Finch hadn't thought much about Panthea as a women until he was pressed against her in the back bench seat of the van. With the slim woman on one side and the beautiful Hannah on the other, he had goosebumps from excitement. He feared doing anything with the Hendersons up front and, though she seemed to be open to what he'd done with Hannah and his sister earlier in the day, he didn't know what Panthea might do if he and Hannah started touching each other.

Still, despite his inability to do more than fantasize, he stayed very turned on when Hannah kissed his neck and settled against him, pressing her breasts onto the side of his chest as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Moments later, Panthea shifted, turning slightly away from Finch. When she settled again, her ass slid against Finch's thigh.

He couldn't help enjoying the heat coming from between the woman's legs.