Before I could even think of poking my finger into her wet pussy, she jerked with erotic pleasure, her knees squeezing together and her quivering body... relaxed as her wave of passion took center stage.The lights of the store would have given anyone a good look at two people in the after throes of erotic pleasure. My pants were still unzipped, my limp noodle, out for the world to see. Her shorts were pulled down in front, exposing her brownish muffin of pubic hair , with remnants of her love. There is no sign from heaven.And to seek within her heart is to know only more emptiness.Inspiration does not strike.She has gone from hopelessness to hopelessness. Those with hopes and dreams, valid ones, do not take the bus.They fly.And she too could have flown.She had enough money for that, at least.But she didn't.Why?Because to fly is to collapse time, to shorten distance.And, if all one has is a nebulous, shaky illusion, then flying is also to kill that, to nip it in the bud.The policeman. I'm not sure how long it took, but it wasn't very damn long. He didn't ejaculate much cum, but when his orgasm started he quit jacking and let me suck his cock as it spurted. He grunted and groaned and I knew it felt unbelievably good. He asked if I wanted to cum again, but my refractory period is much longer, closer to several hours before I have the urge to cum a second time. I wanted to, but there was no way it was going to happen again.I walked him to his truck and told him we would be home. Heather started to moan and thrash her head. The slut was close to cumming again. I released her nipples and slid both hands to her cunt. I pinched her clit and ground it hard against her pelvic bone as I shoved four fingers inside her. Heather almost lost consciousness when her second orgasm hit her. This time, her body stayed frozen still. I felt a gush of hot liquid spew from inside her and flow over my cock. Her cunt clamped down on my fingers and squeezed them for a long minute. When she.