Freed, I could do nothing but grab on to the railing, as his hands worked their magic.The orgasm, when it came, wasn't the subtle release of pressure ...I had experienced with previous lovers, nor was it the satisfying relief my own fingers gave me when I had been too long alone. Waves of sensation began to crash over me, little flushes and sparks began to ignite all over my skin, until it seemed my body was trying to mirror the storm I was caught out in. My breath huffed in and out as I thrust. Not sure how much more I could take, I was looking for somewhere to stop so we both could get the release we needed. I saw a sign ahead that said there was an off-ramp for some country road one half mile ahead. With no further thought, I slowed the car and took the off-ramp.When she felt the car slow, she asked what was wrong and I told her that there was nothing wrong, but we needed a little more room and soon! She took my cock into her mouth again, sucking harder than ever. My fingers were. I must learn with them, and to do this, I must be near them. Even if this were not so, I would want to be with them. I love them, and plan to never leave them."Mrs. Pietto gasped "You and Paul..." Yes Mama", giggled Cheryl, "me and Paul. We can not marry, though. That honor is reserved for Bernie. Perhaps it is more correct to say that we can not be married under the laws of America. I am told that there are other ceremonies to bind us together. I would like it, if we could do that."Her parents. Morgana: I hate to be ghoulish and all, but could you have just not warned her? With everything else going to hell around us... Tristan: Morgana, please. First of all, you would have saved the girl too. Maybe you could have found a way to divert that hov-tractor after it got hacked, or whatever, but in the moment, you would have done the exact same thing... Morgana: (sigh) you’re right.Tristan: I wasn’t finished. The SECOND thing is that you know Lancelot’s feelings on the Donovan girl, and.