They collapse together, kissing each other’s faces and saying thank you over and over to each other. Then they both start laughing at how silly it i...s. They both showing such gratitude. They hug, Tim grabs a towel from under the bed and wipes them both clean, and they cuddle together for the night.As they lay together and just before sleep overtakes them, Abbie tells Tim in a small voice, “We will have both our names to the car title, Tim, but you will have to show your license and such for us. Pulled her cheeks apart. She turned back and laughed. She pointed her tits at me. We continued to dance. The spot lights were hot. There was no strobe on stage. the flashes of cameras were continuous. I approached her. My cock stood tall. It bounced with the rhythm. I thrust it forward. She reached and took my balls. She did a dance around them. She took one in her mouth. It hurt as she stretched it. She danced away, her body so busy. She thrust her hips at me, in time with the music. I. He always seemed to be sitting in the shade, whittling sticks or peeling apples for his mother, his feet raised on a piece of stove wood and his skinny ankles crossed, often barefoot. She had known Robert almost all her life and, as a child, had admired his quick wit and friendly nature. Both now seemed to have disappeared. He usually returned her cheerful greetings with a grunt or nod, concentrating on how long an apple peel he could create. He seldom smiled, and Caroline thought he smelled. "All right- I'm sorry," he chuckled. "I'm sorry. That was just- heh, that's a good question, but it's not something syns would usually ask." He tapped his head. "Mind control, remember? All they need to do is tell you not to kill them, and bam, no killing for you." ... what if they haven't?" she asked quietly. "Could-"Simon was shaking his head. "I wouldn't try it." He wouldn't- now. But he had before. Most of them did. "You need to remember- they can read your fucking mind. Unless you don't.