He mashed his mouth to mine yet again, and gravity slid me to the base of his coke-can thick cock. I must have let go of his neck and let my torso fal...l to the bed as he plowed. I couldn't tell what was pain, what was pleasure, I could only feel it as it was, a full fledged white-out of feeling that flashed from my crotch and I sprayed everything I had between our bodies. A white-hot pulse from behind my tightened balls, up my still developing shaft, and out, splitting the hole of my engorged. ”Our stomachs announced that we had missed something. I blushed, he reddened.“I could cook,” I said simultaneously as he said, “Is there someplace decent we could go?”And I said, “That lets out bangers and mash.”I chuckled at his look ... not a clue.I sat up and exited my chair. “Follow me.”I led the way to the kitchenette, he marveled. I opened the cooler and displayed the ‘bangers.’ The potatoes were in the drawer.“Bangers and mash.” I expounded. “Pork sausage and mashed potatoes. Boil the. "Lunch that day was a choice of braised steak and onions or a chicken and leek pie with shortcrust pastry; both were well cooked, even if they did remind us of school dinners. Jen and Hamish, used to canteen food in their Hall of Residence, actually commented that it was much more freshly cooked than the food they were normally served. There was plenty of potato and mixed vegetables to fill up on, and a rhubarb crumble and custard for those who wanted pud. It was certainly a bigger meal than we. Her body bucked and jerked as her orgasm hit hard. The bat fell onto the floor with a loud thud. Sierra’s legs went limp. I dimmed the lights and turned off the camera. I thought I’d give Sierra a chance to recompose before I went over to her. In some ways, that was a great scene, but in others, not so much. It only lasted a few minutes, but it was, after all, a quick fuck with a bat. And she did mention my name. I walked over to the sofa where Sierra still lay sprawled like a passed out party.