(They wanted to get it out as “the fishin’ fools” would have emergencies over the weekend.) I walked back to Settlers Inn.“Evans residence.”...“Willy? This is Gordy.”“Hey! How are you?”“Surviving. Maybe better than that. I’m in your neighborhood, in a sense. Are you busy this weekend?”“I don’t think so. I assume Evans will drown worms and I might cruise somewhere.”“And the litter?”“Scott’s at Recruit School; Olwen’s at UNE.”“Oh my. I was in Armidale last week!”“And where are you now?”“Port. I continued to hold on to Sammy... my mouth kissing his neck, whispering in his ear. Vowing my ever-lasting love for him and calling out his name, over and over again. It was only toward the end that he seemed to come to life, telling me how much he was enjoying it. I knew he was near to blowing, the pace was faster and the thrusts were deeper more urgent... he told me he was cuming and with one final thrust... he did. I have no idea how many times I'd felt the joy of an orgasm... It did not. Shelly marveled at this discovery. Scott was still hard; he hadn't cum yet. This, then, was her cum. She watched in wonder as the thick wetness dripped around his cock in ever changing patterns as he continued to slowly slide in and out of her pussy."Scott," she whispered." No rest," he said, not stopping. And for her part, Shelly no longer thought she wanted him to."Fuck, that feels so good," she confessed.Then, as if to deprive her of a second mounting orgasm, Scott pulled himself out of. She does as suggested and is rewarded with him falling over her, his elbows at her hips, his lips quickly finding her soft warm satin thighs.She continues to drive him mad, playing with his ass, as her mouth explores every inch of his expanding pulsing shaft, a wet elixir easing an escape from his tip. His own lips and tongue move to her silken mons, as her hand relinquishes control to clutch his head instead, pulling him to her, raising her hips to greet his passionate appetite. He continues.