As I poured the Cokes I had found, into glasses with lots of ice, I asked, "How 'bout an omelet. They're always better when it's dark outside."She loo...ed at me in surprise, as she nodded her agreement, then continued with her dissertation on why she didn't think she was sexy.I found the ingredients, and a pan, and went to work, while she continued talking. She had lots of things she had seen and heard, that had raised questions. But she seemed cautious, never allowing her words or mine, to. Again, and again it keeps doing it as I moan and scream in orgasmic delight.It then begins to subside a little but my body screams for more and I contunue to masturbate. I then feel my lover penetrate two fingers into my now totally soaked love tunnel, and begins to to go in and out very rapidly. I continue to masturbate as my eyes close, my mouth opens and I begin to moan very loudly as it is feeling so very good.I then feel my pleasure building higher and higher and I begin to feel so totally. The pace was disjointed, Tom slipped out several times, and my insides felt like they would pop but I can honestly say I have never felt happier than that moment. The pride, the achievement, the desire and the… orgasm. It hit me like a truck and as I came I felt the boys take a breast in each hand. It was too much for Tom and he finally came inside my bum with a groan that showed he had been hanging on a while. Bless him, he had lasted and I couldn’t be happier for him. It had not yet dawned on. Forcing her way through the dense debris, she finally reached the mat. Kneeing down in front of it, she lifted it a little. She could not really see much, but she believed to see some movement in the dark, so she used her phone to light the scene a little. What she saw now shocked her enough to let the mat fall. There must have been at least a hundred insects crawling under the mat, not only the little cockroach kind, but also some woodlice.A wicked thought was forming in Emily’s mind, but.