''Only if we helped him.'More giggling and some telling the woman to keep her naughty thoughts to herself.I had a hard time staying soft. I started to... think about a collegae I really didn't like. I could say I despised him and that made my cock really shrink.'shh, don't talk like that.''Chrissy, you talk like a virgin.'A few seconds of silence were followed by some hush sounds.'Sorry, Chrissy. I didn't know.'Was she really?Think about work.Think about work harder.'Ohhh, shit.' Chrissy. ”“What kind of plan? Hurry it up, we don’t have time to fuck around.”“What if they couldn’t use their guns?” Eriksen mused, scratching his chin pensively. “What if you had a hostage who happened to be outside of his pressure suit and in the line of fire?”Nazka grinned, releasing her hold on her gun and letting it slide back into its leather holster.“Now you’re thinking like a pirate.” She seemed to hesitate for a moment, her claws drumming on the revolver’s metal cylinder. “So ... how long do. Or should I be wiping it off? Fortunately, her man steps forward and begins to whisper something to her, apparently taking charge of things. I see some paper towel within reach and wave it at him with an enquiring look. He waves me away with a smile, so I leave them to it.That, I feel quite sure, is me done. Maybe in winter, I’d come thrice, four times, who knows? But in this heat, I feel sated. Once I’m showered and retrieve the boxers and t-shirt I’ve barely worn all night, I join the others. He kept at it, his finger now working in and out, pumping along the walls of my dripping puss as I worked my lips up and down his cock, stopping to lick at his balls and kiss around the base of his stomach, leaving a single hickey on a spot no one but him would see. A token of our encounter to enjoy for a few days. His fingers just kept going; somehow his finger that was inside of me worked hard and fast while his other finger continued its slow circles. Jesus Christ, how fast must he type with.