Freight trains chugging along on rails. Boats... I don't know what boats do, but I bet they're important, too! Anyway, all smashed, broken, trampled, ...and whatever verb is used when you shoot something with a laser.Those underpaid, underweight, yet, somehow, overworked factory workers? Dead. Not due to the apocalypse - believe it or not - they died a little before hand. Could have been a plague or it could have been that one robot arm, seemingly a little too sentient, taking revenge.With. I played coy and said yes I have been wanting a new shower curtain for a while just do not know which one to pick. He starred deep into my eyes and said you know what I meant. I swallowed the lump in my throat and before I could answer he was behind me whispering in my ear, "We both know we wanna fuck each other till we pass out." He put his hands on my hips and gave my neck a kiss. I could feel him becoming aroused. He said "no woman has ever made me feel this way in public." His hand slid up. About how I cleaned his cock after he fucked her. "She seems like a good choice. Congrats." What? This is not what I expected to hear. No anger, no self-pity, and no recriminations. Seemingly total acceptance and even praise. After fucking my ass, there was no hint of interest in giving me pleasure, but that changes now. He's heard what he wants to hear. He begins the way he often has, by nibbling a nipple. I feel it stiffen and I purr, happy to let this lead where it will. His mouth comes up. Responding to his messages is making the excitement last longer. Otherwise, I would have come already. Reluctantly, I take my fingers from my aching pussy and respond to his message. “I look into your eyes as I suck the head of your cock then release it. You close your eyes as my mouth wraps around you again and I swallow the whole shaft.” My fingers return, yet again, to the warmth of my pussy. As I push three fingers in, I rub my clit with the other hand. I’m so close to coming now. I force.