"That's definitely fantasy number three," he told me. "Fuck her brains out."I did what I could, hammering away at her for all I was worth, until I had... her coming on my cock, with Mark's staff buried in her ass. Watching her lose it was too damned exciting and pushed me over the edge, blowing my load inside of her, thrusting in as far and as deep as I was able."Don't stop," Mark gasped, and I continued pumping her as my cock slowly deflated, but not before we pushed Mark over the edge, groaning. The same trees and shrubs which had been in view still seemed to be the same as when he had started. Jason switched the view to each of the other cameras in turn; still nothing seemed to be different about the view outside. He checked the exterior pressure gauge which indicated normal air pressure outside. A couple more tests gave him confidence it was safe to leave the pod and explore outside. Jason crawled through his tiny airlock and stood up outside.Jason's first impression was nothing had. I like it here and don't want to leave. I still get questions about the shooting every now and again. I drop hints to those that I still speak to back there, that I might be Canadian now." We laughed at that. "Fuck her! I don't have time in my life for an unfaithful cunt who won't choose her own husband over some random swinging dick." I know exactly what he meant.Finally I had to ask. "Did you shoot him?" The truth? George I'm not sure you really want to know. I will tell you that if it wasn't. You push me down on the bed and handcuff me to the headboard. We both smile. You then get on the bed and stand above me, letting your hips gyrate to the faint sound of music that I can hear in the background. You lower down almost within my reach and then you move back up. My eyes glisten with desire. I can smell you musky smell and my lips desire her moistness. I look up at you pleadingly, but you simply shake your head.Now you sit on me. My dick feels the wetness and strains to get more. You.