Sure enough I could see the creepy religious mania stuff in their eyes, and they hung on my every word. Once upon a time back in the old camp, at the ...peak of the population boom there'd be nearly two thousand people listening. Back then though the crowd would be only two-thirds listening at best, lots of people would come and go as I spoke, and a fair number would listen only out of politeness. That sure as shit wasn't true anymore. These people were all of the real believers. They'd left. I came twice on Mark’s cock; only letting him get away from me when Sarah more or less pushed me off him, but by then I had spent his cock too and it was wilting by the time she started to stuff it in her pussy for sloppy seconds.We spent the night under one blanket, all three of us. How we managed to get any sleep I don’t know. There is something about being sexually exhausted that helps the sleeping process. That’s what I think, anyway.By the time I awoke, Mark was missing. I looked around. She finally spoke again: "Tom is going out of town, and, well, we could invite her over..."My mind raced again. It was like it was finally sinking in that Clara was serious about this. But why? Why was she suggesting that *I*get together with *Jennifer*? It made no sense. "Are... *you*attracted to her?" I asked."No!" she replied, giggling a little again. "I'd just like to see *you*do it with her. Are you up for it?"I lay there, more confused than ever. "Clara, this is weird!" She didn't answer.. My pelvis moves back and forth. i have to have him inside of me! i will die if he doesn't come inside of me. his hands are on either side of my head and i notice his arms again. strong. muscular. masculine. as i am thinking about his arms, he slides into me. oh, god, yes! yes! fuck me. he moves in and out, not wanting to hurt me but wanting to slowly get deeper. i want him to fuck me so hard that his dick comes out my mouth! but he is slower than that. it is driving me crazy! please, fuck me!.