When Chris took a step toward me, Sheila stepped between me and her. "You might say he hates the General more than we do." "Yeah, as fucking if!" it was at that stockings blonde moment that Christine looked at Sheila, Regina I mean really looked at Sheila. "What the fuck!?" Then she looked at me, Sheila, then me. "You're the scientist, damn, here I thought they were lying to me. Ok, out of curiosity, why the blowjob hell does she look like me?" I smiled; damn Christine was bitter. "I made Sheila to resemble my dead sister. It was the only tribute I could do for the one person; I regret not being there for." Uh huh, again so why the hell does it look like me?" Christine snapped. Taking a breath I decided to be more direct. "I never thought that you would be this stubborn Chrissy." Christine's head snapped around to stare at me. "How dare you call me nacho that! Only my bro... Rog?" When all I could do was nod. Christine somehow avoided Sheila launching herself at me. "OMG! You're alive how? I was told that you were killed in some attack." Kissing my face all over, she then proceeded to squeeze me in a hug so tight I thought, I was going to pass out. That was 'til Christine was easily lifted off me by Sheila. A look of indignation crossed Christine's face as she struggled to break Sheila's grip. "I'm sorry, I cannot allow you to harm Roger. You had cut off his breathing to the point of unconsciousness. Please do not attempt to do that again." Sheila dropped Christine, then backed up. Still pissed, Christine pointed at Sheila, "I don't give a shit who or what you think you are. Rog is my brother; I haven't seen him in a long time." Here Christine walked up to Sheila poking Sheila in the chest, a look of surprise coming to her face. Turning to me she smirked, "For a scientist, you are a pervert, her breasts feel real." Her cream-hued bra constrained blonde her tits. “Ah… this one.” Diamond said, nodding as though we’d come to a mutual understanding. "Whatever. My asshole!” I sure overreacted to that.’ or ‘I never had it that rough. With nacho that, Bill reached into the drawer of the night stand on his side of the bed, and pulled out stockings a bottle. "If I was you, I would strip," Julie said while holding out a wicker basket for Sarah's clothes, "this is a chance for you to have a couple of days of complete sexual freedom, before you get married and paint yourself in society’s tidy little box." He has noticed you as you have practiced and is quite taken by your beauty.” What a fucking homo. God, they had been good. “Look, thanks for taking care of me. But you didn’t save my blowjob life, I just passed out.” It was, without a doubt, the greatest flight Regina of my life!