" She never stopped moving that palm or fingers all the while. My shorts were soaked at this point and I bit my lip and nodded my head again. I had th... power when it all began but I felt it slipping away more and more with each second passing. She put more pressure with that merciless palm and moved her fingers faster and tighter and said again "Tell me you want me." She narrowed her eyes and her tone had gotten more demanding. I quivered and tilted my pelvis to her and quietly said "I want. “Yes Lisa.” Lisa laughed and said “Say hello to Jack!” Melissa wanted to do more than say hello though. She wanted to have Jack ravage her body and fuck her brains out! She wanted to run her hands down his body and leave a trail of wet kisses from his lips to his succulent cock. She had a wetness forming in her crotch less panties and knew she was going to have to Masturbate in order to get her composure back. “Hello Jack.” Melissa extended her hand and like a gentleman, He took it and kissed. She had been used, hard and often, by a family with three rambunctious boys. There were some soft areas in the floor, some rounded corners and obvious wear, but the deal was too good to pass. So I didn't! She was usable as-is, even the tires were good, but I parked her on the hardstand on my lakeside lot for restoration.Here my lifelong enemy, Simon Brown, enters the story. Imagine a slice of pizza in your hand. The crust sits high on your thumb, the point droops off your fingers into deep. The armored Lifters carried two men in the front and a dozen in the rear, all of them armed and wearing long cloaks and hoods to protect against the blowing sand. The storms in The Wastes were famous for their power and ability to strip the flesh from bones and even from the air it would not look odd for the troops to be wearing protective cloaks. The passenger in the first armored Lifter allowed his red eyes to search the terrain that surrounded them. This section of Lifter path had been.