A white screen, and silence. A grassed field greened the screen, with the distant blurred silhouettes of trees. In the foreground, a single flower gro...oved to the slow beat of the breeze, on which the camera zoomed. It morphed, through some rather backyard visual effects, into a simple logo. After panning out, it was clear the logo adorned a large canister of nerve-gas. Clear, in that it looked as a large nerve-gas canister perhaps should, also aided by the rather considerate label. ‘NERVE GAS. But her exertions and the incessant flood of sensations from her cunt was producing a crescendo of lust that engulfed her. She clenched her teeth and let her breath whistle between them."Omigod, honey!" she cried spontaneously. "Oh, God! OH, GOD!"She felt as if a great knot were forming low in her belly-- being drawn tight and hard and generating waves of pure delight. Impulsively, she clutched at her cunt, then began stroking the side of her clitoris with her fingers. She was able to regulate. We lost our mind. We forgot all T&C. I needed the real pleasure of dick. I wanted to feel the real touch of cock inside my holes. I wanted to feel the warmness of men milk in my womb and rectum. Same they were need. So as per mutual consent, they made distance from condom and started fresh sex session. Due to real touch of genitals, my vagina started producing juice. Soon my holes filled with the hot, warm and sticky semen. Some of the muscular guys loved to lick the mixture of vaginal fluid. I rested well that night. Erica feel asleep with my soft cock in her mouth.In the morning we both arose and performed the usual things to get ready for the day. Of course, Emma didn't get up when we did. She seldom did. I made breakfast for Erica and me, and then she was off to start the final week of the summer session. I went to my library and started working on an article for a journal. I heard Emma up and about just an hour or so later.A tapping was heard on my library door. It was Emma,.