I’m glad the little bungalow was separate from the rest, because with some very fast thrusts I screamed a bellow that sounded like (Hell it was) a s...cream as I dumped every…damn…bit…of my load… in Alexis Wash’s asshole. And the best part was, she was having a screaming orgasm too.It was the Hitachi that did it. The submission was part of it too, not to mention his being her second “hat trick” of three orgasms in recent weeks. No matter, because she felt his hips twitching and that pushed her. I close my eyes, thinking this is a dream, as tears well up in my eyes and begin to run down my face…. your fingertips touch my teardrops, I open my eyes to see your tears as well. Reaching up to touch them, wiping them from your face with the softness of my hand, I ask you My Lord, why are you crying? Smiling a sad smile, and looking at me you say, my fair Lady Lynn, all these years of our friendship, that has grown,.. grown to so much more, I have yearned to touch you, to feel you, to be with. ”“It was plenty big enough for me.”“Now, courtesy of me, you are no longer bi-curious. How many men have you honestly been with since we met on the train?” she asked as her hand finally moved up to caress my pussy.“None,” I answered honestly," I haven’t gone off them, but I can’t deal with more than one relationship at the same time. Since we got together, I’m just with you." I gasped as she inserted two fingers deep inside me, gently pumping them backward and forward before removing them and. It reached only the halfway point before abruptly reversing, plunging viciously back in to the hilt. Her back arched in unconscious reflex, body spilt between the instinct to flinch in surprise and the desire for more. A spike of searing ice pricked her nipples, only to be soothed away almost as it happened by the ghostly touch of a warm hand. A hand which then faded in turn. She gasped, then moaned, then murmured incoherently as the clit pump fired for nearly a minute. As the pump released.