. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” she cried out as she came powerfully. Despite the orgasmic pleasure her enticing vaginal recesses offered my pulsing cock, I wi...lled myself to pull out of her as I then thrust and humped my throbbing manhood hard against the crease of her thigh and pelvis instead, erupting the first exquisite shots of my seed since Sheila had died. “ Hhhmmmppphhh . . .” I convulsed, collapsing on this redhead with unfathomable gratitude. Surprisingly, she then held me tightly against her. As I neared, she knelt and carefully turned the adjustment frame to aim one of the lights more toward the wings. The circular beam slid over the stage, coming to rest squarely over her book bag.I peered down at the subject of her illumination. A splash of bright red was glowing within the opened compartment of the bag.“Is that what I think it is?”“What?” Heather asked innocently.“You’re unstoppable,” I said resignedly, sighing deeply. “What’s the other spotlight for?” I asked, as she had. We could be on a busy pavement jostled by hurrying commuters, high above the city streets on the top floor of a tall building or, most often, in an open field of wheat under a blue sky and our skin baking under a yellow sun. But wherever we were, there was nakedness; accompanied often by fumbling and thrusting and, more often than not, premature release. But these golden days of sunshine and simple sexual craving and satisfaction couldn’t last forever. Just when it seemed that my life with. I kneel over her and perform a quick physical assessment. I turn her over (onto her stomach) and can't believe what the hell happened! I take off my backpack and quickly begin to work while trying to ignore the battle raging around us...Present – Glen – At the cabinThe tide of the battle has finally turned and there are fewer bogus Marines. Hammer runs up and I question, "Where the hell have you been?"He states, "I hae bin patrollin' th' perimeter 'n killin' fake Marines." I have been.