As an over seventy-year-old man, married to, and vitally interested in satisfying an eighteen-year-old wife, I wanted all the technological help I cou...ld get. I wouldn’t use vibrators because that takes a man out of the equation for a woman and lets her think the machine, not the man is responsible for her orgasms. I wanted Jemma to know I was the man making her cum and giving her all the pleasure, she could stand.I had the implant done under local anesthesia. The surgery was scary for me, but. “Mm. It’s what I’ve come to call it. I don’t know what else to know it by. I’ve done research. Deep, thorough research. I can’t find mention of it in any sorcery, faith text, or book of lore I’ve ever laid eyes upon.” “How many times has it happened?” she asked. “I’ve lost count, truly. A dozen. Perhaps more. Soldiering brought a good deal of it out.” “I can imagine,” she said quietly, and shuddered to imagine the legacy of the tracery of scars covering his pale flesh. She ran her fingers along. Morgan gasped and tried to break free, but Lita held on as if her life depended on it.Morgan's hands snaked down to her neck once more and his grip grew tight and hard. She could not breathe against his clutches, but the fire in her pussy was building to an undeniable plateau. She wanted to cum more than anything. Working her muscles as best she could, Lita clenched her thighs and rocked hard, knowing that climax for her was imminent if left to her own devices for just a moment longer.But. Two consecutive sirens. The warning, and then… [dead] They didn’t know whether to feel like the weight of the world had been lifted, or like it had been cast down upon them threefold. But the silence between the people persisted, as each began to deal with his own inevitability, completely alone. After a few seconds, it all seemed to sink in. This was it. [dying] What do you do, knowing you’re balanced on the brink of death? Resting on the very cusp of destruction, where you know you’ll die in.