My hand squeezed my cock through my pants and I groaned. “Fuck, Shamita…you’re giving me lots to think about.”Shamita slid one hand over her b...elly and cupped her breast, licking her lips again. “You’re not the only one who has things to think about,” she grinned, as her eyes obviously stared at the large bulge in my pants.We had a few drinks and smoked the rest of the joint, the movie was pretty bad so we continued to chat a bit as we watched. Some of the conversation was just normal stuff, but. He didn't really answer that line of questioning, but instead moved on to how much he really enjoyed having my penis in his mouth. He said that he would like to have me in his mouth when I was soft and that he wanted to feel my cock grow in his mouth. "He then moved toward me, sat down beside me on the bed and continued to stroke his cock. He then asked me if I wanted to taste his penis. That is how he put it, not did I want to put it in my mouth, but did I want to taste it. I kind of. I thought she didn’t see me so I should perhaps stay back in the balcony.I started feeding the birds again. And after 5-7 minutes I heard a noise. It was coming from the bedroom. So I peeped again.My eyes popped out. The queen of my dreams was in bed pleasuring herself. Her right hand was inside her pajama. Her breasts were rapidly moving up and down. I didn’t know what to do. My throat dried. I could barely stand. And then a scene from American pie popped in my mind, where a girl masturbates. Given how much the Rapture had depopulated parts of the globe, there was more than enough room for my progeny. And then some. Face it, I had a sacred duty to propagate my divine seed as far and wide as possible. Plenty of others got their action, too, though. I enjoyed watching the news of late, much more naked people rutting with complete strangers in public and broad daylight, far less murder, mayhem, and other forms of violence.I lost all track of time, naturally, not that it mattered, and.