His cock filled her, impaling her with its turgid thickness.She began moving her hips in an upward, rotating motion. She heard him gasp. Soon he was p...ounding into her, humping furiously. His fists clenched in her hair, pulling and yanking. She ignored the pain. If she was going to live, she had to cum. Nothing else mattered.She closed her mind to every distraction, focusing on that one goal: to cum and live! to cum and live! to cum and--Then she was cuming, harder than she had ever cummed with. If he could have got faster he did and he fucked her full on as she rode orgasm after orgasm on top of him, trying to lock lips with him she kept bouncing away but he held on to her as she screamed at the top of her voice as another orgasm shook her body from top to bottom, she pushed against him so hard as her pussy juice shot from her she nearly pushed him clean out.But he continued to ride her his cock slippery with her juice slopping in and out, he thrust deeper and deeper feeling his own. They exchanged messages back and forth the next few days before Lizz asked Jason where he lived and he told her. That night while Jason waited for the few hours was the most long set hours of his life, and after what seemed forever a knock came upon his door. Jason lept up and answered it to see the gorgeous woman from the site standing there in a mini skirt that barely covered her legs, and a blouse that showed her 44 DD chest off very well. "Hello Jason, how are you?" Lizz asked with a. I was the one who had lived fifty lifetimes, experiencing them through thousands of eyes. It should have been me that did this amazing thing.So I resolved that if I couldn’t be the innovator, at least I would be the perfector. Of course, back then I didn’t have words for all these feelings and ideas, but I knew what I wanted nonetheless. I resolved to swap-travel everywhere that food crops were grown, learn what worked and what didn’t, and then become the ultimate farmer.Well, I can only say.