The men got themselves some beers while Karen recovered on the bed . She had cleaned herself up and was drinking a glass of wine. I had never seen her... looking so happy. I must admit I was now getting a bit jealous that she was having so much fun without me. Steve went over to talk to her for a minute and she was laughing and nodding in agreement. “Ok lads, one last fuck ,then its time to go!” Karen said as walked over to where they were standing. She dropped to her knees and began. We had been foolish, though I had protection, and we had tried to add to it with my pulling out, but we had only been partly successful with that part, and if the stories I heard could be believed, then we were either completely safe, or utterly doomed. I suspected it was somewhere between the two, but as Blackwood fell further behind it began to feel more and more like the former rather than the latter.The last few months of my college years were not stressful, academically. I had completed my. Alexis moved mindlessly, searching through cupboards and the fridge for the makings of a dinner despite our lack of appetite, almost as if it was a duty of the living to cook and feed.I drank. Three scotches. Dad's fifteen year old Scotch. Memories haunted me. The future had evaporated in a flash of loss, my parents passing robbing me of security and comfort, stealing my dreams, my happiness. I missed a mother's care, her soft smile, her gentle chiding for me to do better, her warm hug. I. I felt the breeze blow my soft brown tuft at the top of my pussy slit. It felt so good. I slowly ran my index finger up and down my wet slit, rubbing the juices onto my shaved, outer lips. The feeling from the breeze intensified when I done that, so I pulled my pussy lips wide apart so I would feel it directly up my snatch. Oh my goodness! I thought my knees were going to give out! I knew I had to hurry up and find a place to lay down and rub my cunt until I spewed my juices all over. I started.