The resting sessions became longer and we stayed right in the pool. Several times we both dozed as we lay at the edge of the pool, cooling and soothin...g our battered bodies. I have never cum so much in one day and I never would have guessed that b**st could cum as often as he did.I finally confessed that I had enough and would not be able to walk properly for a while. The cool water of the pool felt wonderful on my poor, abused cunt. b**st wasn’t making any quick movements, either, which. "Come on!"And with a flash of lightning, the first nymphos began to emerge. Eachone looked extremely like Whitney and Sherry, but greatly enhanced.Features of the victims and various hair colors gave each one adistinction. They kept low as they advanced on Peter, licking theirlips. He could sense their lust and hunger. And then the thundersignaled the beginning.One nympho ran at Peter. He took it down by sweeping out its legs. Hethen flipped back into a small group of nymphos, his fists. As Wayne and I got out, this rotund man yelled, “Hey! That spot is reserved for members of the band playing, tonight. You’ll have to find some other place to park.”“If this spot is reserved for the band,” Wayne calmly replied as he walked to the front of my car, “then we’re in the right spot. My friend here is ‘the‘ Mike, of Mike and the Time Bandettes.”The security guard gave me a slightly menacing look and then asked, “Can I see some ID, please. I’ll need to verify what your friend just. Funny. When he reached the front door, all he did was turn the knob and walk in. I looked at the lock. One of those high-tech things. I commented.“Works great for just this occasion,” he said. “Just drop the bag. Let me let Pickles out.” He put the pet carrier on the floor, opening the door. Pickles glared.“He’s mad at me for uprooting him. Cats don’t like change.”I squatted down to Pickles’ level. “Poooooor kitty...” Over my shoulder I told him, “Go do your thing. I’m good here.”As Josh walked.