I could feel the IV line, dragged by her hand, brush across my head. Something made me think of Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven,” tapping at my doo...r. I shook my head to dislodge the thought.I was plainly crying now, shaking, mourning, but feeling the irony of it. Teri was comforting me about her death before she was dead.How like her.When I finally slowed down, and sat up, she surprised me again. “Now you’re just being selfish.”I looked up sharply at her, “Sorry?”“If you died first, then I’d have. How did that even happen? She hadn’t been touching herself. She’d thought maybe she’d have fun “forgetting” to wear panties and “accidentally” wiggling the popcorn bowl, but then things had gone totally weird. And now she’d roped herself into sitting in a dark theater with him and would have to pretend she didn’t feel super awkward about the whole thing.And there was no way he didn’t know. He had to have noticed something. It was really cool of him to be quiet about it, but seriously, she left. I kept moving my ass around so his cock gave me different sensations every time he entered me. Our mutual pleasure grew slowly deliberately as we used each other's body for our joy. I was near to passing out when ben added his next gift to the one he had already placed there."Ohhhhh," I moaned as my back tightened and my cock jerked under me.We were in bed together when the rest of our friends came in all excited. Steve had shot the first man to shoot anything that didn't shoot cum back at. But back to my first commandment “you shall not touch your little gurl clit”, it took me some effort to resist the urge to touch myself, as soon as something was penetrating my pussy. In my beginnings, I would dildo fuck myself while I was masturbating and cum really quick. So I started to wear jockstraps or something similar together with a cock ring, to help me discipline myself. On a side note, I should really buy myself a cock cage. Naturally, without touching myself, my dildo fucking.