He lay on top of me, breathless and heaving, trying to regain composure, and I seethed under him.I was close to having my orgasm, but he lost control ...and our cumming together remained a fictional fact, while he relaxed in the comfort zone, I was still yearning and my internals were grasping a nothingness, where once there was a meatiness, sending pure pleasure through every ridge inside my vaginal wall, my hips echoed a pointless gyration, as I tried in vain to bring myself off.He got and made. They were all from Torrie."Hey bitch, saw you leave with that guy. Good for you!", "He looks good from what I saw. I approve", "Oh, and when you come back home tomorrow, I'll call for a medic to help you with that wounded pussy " were all the texts Brandon managed to see. He smiled, feeling giddy about the compliments he had received. His dick had started to harden again, and he was silently telling himself he'd"Everything good?" Brandon asked, already knowing the answer."Yeah, she's fine. She. A complete set, and a submarine. He was still deciding between a two man deep sea exploration sub, and a schoolbus sized party boat, only rated to a few hundred feet for 23 hours or so, the proverbial "Yellow Submarine".Either one would be tres cool. Freaky had provided him with the materials he needed to start the refining process (traditional) to turn the iron sand into carbon steel. Usualy it took a small team of people working in shifts, but Axorie had offered to help, and between the two. I could be a mistress to the whole family! They would have me primed for you to fuck. As your slutty wife, what shall we do for now until we’re with Andrew?”“We’re celebrating our fifteenth anniversary, why not give fifteen lucky guys a blowjob?”“Fifteen blow jobs? I’ve only done three, Alex, Brad and Jake in one day and you want me to do fifteen?” she cried in a hoarse whisper.“Don’t think you’re a slutty enough wife to let me see you swallow fifteen loads of cum?”“You definitely are a good.