Sorensen paused to let all that information sink into my very confused skull. "In 1949, my birthday..., and the peak of the Orionid meteor showers, f...ell on Shavnah, as it did in 1968 and 1979, and will again in 2025 and 2063." He gave me a very mysterious smile and went on, "I was back on those hillsides in '68 and '79, but I will have to miss 2025." Another shake of the head brought him back to his story. "In '49 it was a very clear, very dark night, and the meteor display was phenomenal. . To my surprise, she enjoys every bit of my dirty talks, which has immensely improved our sex life. Recently, I started talking about getting a REAL BBC for her to get her pussy whilst pumping her pussy with her favourite didlo. After few weeks, when I repeated the same thing, she first time replied that “you only talk but never get me a REAL BBC”. I was shocked to hear her comment so I asked her again, just in case I misunderstood it. But no, she did confirm the same thing whist she was in that. Keith was right. The burning sensation between her legs slowly took control like a magnet, drawing reluctant fingers down past her heaving stomach to fill the need. She left little for him to imagine, little for him to ask. She slipped her hand all the way down between her legs and under her loose shorts, her fingertips brushing her lips aside to go directly to her clit. She stifled a moan as her senses reacted, her hips pushing out to meet the touch. She bent over slightly, her hips moving. Moaning hungrily, Stacy's mouth again resumed its attack on my cock. Having cummed recently, every nerve in my dick was alive, her velvety smooth tongue sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. Like a searing, white-hot ember of ecstasy I held myself there, hovering at the edge of unbearable pleasure until I finally felt the stir of cum, once again, filling my balls."Stacy, I'm ready again."Stacy leaned her face back as she repeated the process that I taught her, another.