He laughed amusedly at her motion’s admission of vulnerability. "For the moment you are saved by a discrepancy of a couple of days. You weren’t su...posed to show up this soon. So I’ll listen to your story. Let’s have it."She told it in detail. "Mike’s a bastard!" Sounds like a resourceful type. A bit crude perhaps. Makes hard work of things ... This marooning lark ...! I’d have you behaving in thirty minutes." Behaving?" His use of the word was suspect.He laughed at her groping for what was, for. If a freshly dead predator’s home was a fairly safe place to spend the day, having a live predator merely a branch away had to be even safer. Assuming it wouldn’t change its mind about not eating you. The first days, she had had trouble sleeping. Her mind had overflowed with images of hard black spiderlegs caging her. Then, in the fourth night, she managed to find Oli’s knife on the forest bed. Sleep came easier when she held its hilt. The spider seemed to always be hiding at some edge of his. She always bought me whatever I needed.When I was younger my mom asked me if I liked any girls at school and I told her no. The truth is I never noticed girls. A few nights later my mom had a night off, she suggested we watch a movie and get a pizza. Sounded great to me."Conor, I'm going for a shower and then we'll watch a movie." mom said.I was too focused on my video games but I said "Okay" in a 'I'm not interested' kind of tone.I played my video games for a few more minutes before needing. This added to the extra stimulation of her clit the larger penis offered. She might have hated the thug, but his dick did more for her than mine ever could.The next time her eyes met mine, her face had a contorted look to it that I had seen many times before while going down on her. It was her look just before climax. This time it wouldn't just be the mini one she had with Tall Guy. He had built her up, and Short Guy would take her the rest of the way home and make her cum. Each of her groans.