The flurry of activity crawled to a stop as we watched in growing horror as japanese civil defense commands in Australia, Japan, and Canada echoed similar warnings to their citizens. "Oh my fucking word, it's happening." Sheila's face went ashen as tears welled up in her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks. She gripped my arm to steady herself as she fought against gravity and despair. The center's control officer had activated a digital timer when the japan first alarm sounded. Positioned high above the banks of television screens displaying all the major network feeds from around the world, the doomsday clock was crossing over to the other side of midnight. Assuming the elapsed time since the commencement of the "event" was correct, we were less than ten minutes away from the start of the Third World War. In a matter of moments, the wall of monitors in the media center went from a collage of random images to a pulsating pattern of flashing new bulletins and talking heads as one nation after another raised the alarm of Armageddon's approach. Like a bystander watching someone jump from a burning high rise, I rode a wave of terror, and my gut turned to jelly as I waited for the inevitable splat! I braced myself against Sheila, and we clung to each other for mutual support. As the digital clock flicked to 00:10:00, Hawaii announced, "Oops, Sorry. False Alarm." Several seconds later, Alaska recalled its alarm without explanation, and within a minute, kangaroo-land and our neighbors to the north both canceled their warnings. Japan, the only country to experience a nuclear attack, took another forty-five seconds to kill their doomsday message. Mankind had been playing Russian Roulette with nuclear war for decades, blowjob and the hammer had finally fallen on a live round. Dumb luck or the hand of fate intervened. The bullet in the chamber was a dud. After monitoring the situation for another hour, Sheila declared a Colony-wide stand-down and a day of thanksgiving. No doubt to allow her and everyone else a chance to decompress and find a clean change of oriental underwear. "Job well done. Fall out, liberty for all until eleven-hundred hours tomorrow," the leader commanded as she dismissed the women from duty. When I turned to leave, Sheila's hand grabbed my shirt sleeve. "Not so fast. I'm still on duty, and so are you. There is a meeting we must attend. Follow me," she instructed as she led me to a small conference room at the rear of the amphitheater. When we entered the meeting room, we found four of the five asian women from the executive committee already seated in the padded leather chairs around the conference table. Martha, my boss from the kitchen, played bartender and filled glass goblets with generous servings of the Sisterhood's delicious brandy. The meeting, if you could call it that, was more of a group funk stuck at the intersection of “What" and “The Fuck.” No one said a word as we sat in silence. I settled into the contours of my leather chair and took long slow sips of the golden brew. All the while I looked between the pussy-eating and the look on Lindsey’s face. Sam looked back over her shoulder, relishing in their japan undivided attention. Get to work bitch." My hands were on her back and I was trying to suck her lips whenever I had a chance. The brunette, or redhead, as even my trained eyes weren't able to distinguish, looked back, to me, from over her shoulder, her right eye widen in disbelief. We sat at the table about ten feet from the nearest corner of Duke’s, and now Mel’s, fenced in area. Howard takes a step back and I get off the bed and stand in front of him and work him back to the love seat. Auburn hair flowed from her head, down the shoulders and ended just shy of the back of her calves. The left brain is our rational problem solving side. I can't hold it any more darling. I slipped my hands under that crop top and searched thoroughly. She was one of his favorite students she always seem to be inspired by his lessons was always wanted to raise her hand and answer a question when no one else would." now we spoiled all of the high school fun of making out under the bleachers, they had gotten asian a bit too noisy and weren't oriental being discrete enough apparently. She again tried to fight him but it was useless as he was so much bigger and stronger then her. The bathroom even had a tub, which blowjob would be great for sensual baths with the girls. He caught the backs of Fatima’s knees in the crooks of his arms and spread her legs while his attendant bolstered her from behind. Our curious barkeep did a visual inventory of his own as he set a beautifully mixed and handcrafted White Russian in front of Darlene. Clap, clap, clap, clap, as he pounded me. I glanced over at Paul. I was now totally naked on a public beach in the middle of a popular seaside town. The clients LOVE him. One more question, if you don’t mind.” She giggles and tells me that I’m sure to be asleep in just a few minutes. I just had sex with my dean. I could feel the dick inside his trousers rub against my ass. “Anna, show me your tits again.” I didn’t even get to clean myself up when my bridesmaid comes in just a few minutes after he left. “And why would I do that? I glanced up at the clock on the wall; half an hour till the end of class and an hour till my appointment at the surgery with Doctor Meadows and her japanese sexy spectacles. “What’s good bro? He leaned back some now as he bounced on me, giving me better access to his cock, and bending mine slightly to really hit is prostate.