All John could "see" was just an endless expanse of black. He couldn't feel or smell anything else either. Was this... death? Probably. That explosion... wasn't small by any means. Well, what was this place, then? Purgatory? Hell? Suddenly, one of his senses finally activated."....H..."What was that he heard?"He...o?"It seemed to be a voice calling out for him."Hello? John?" He flinched as he heard a melodiously beautiful female voice. He tried to speak, but could only think."Who said that?" But. I could feel her breath on my face. as if in trance i answered "obviously i do." her hand went into my pants as she leaned in and we started kissing. after a short moment of heaven i broke the kiss. "we should stop. your brother could be home any minute." "no he won't. i lied to you earlier. he has to work today, help out because someone got ill. we won't be disturbed."with that being said she leaned into me again kissing me harder than before. i relaxed and then lost control. my hands started. . this would be easy."Marcus Anderson, we are from Home Security, you are under arrest for terrorism and other acts against the country ... will you come quietly?" The Sergeant said formally.Anderson turned around to face them, he smiled. "Come in gentlemen, I'm not going to put up a fight." He said with a smile and held out his arms in a 'handcuff me' gesture.The Sergeant looked at his men, but didn't want to appear hesitant. He said, "Follow me." And then he strode purposely to the. You feel theres an earthquake happening inside of you. i feel u put ur arms around my lower body, ur head pressed hard to my dick and belly, awaiting the physical v******e of your orgasm. as it finally comes you scream in a hard and high pitched voice. your scream holds on for seconds which seem hours. everyone we saw busy on the beach before stop what they are doing and look at us. now theres now doubt anymore what we were up to, but then, there may not have been any doubt anyway. in a.