Following my orders, Makers beneath the city printed the wood and delivered it to wherever we were camped via facto. Most of the sculptures I’d carv...d depicted something from nature: a salmon arching out of the water, the sleepy-headed profile of a capybara. I planted each carving wherever I finished it as a signpost in the curved landscape. The children were always excited to come across one they remembered from a previous circumnavigation.Hearing a small cry, I looked up. Ananya was crouched. Mick was watching now and I just made a smile as I was cumming. The young guys was about to burst his nuts too. I had not noticed his bell end had escaped from his pants and he shot a long streak of white jizz high into the air!!! It seemed to hang there forever, twisting and rolling with new fresh stuff being pumped into it. As I watched it in slow motion I was hypnotized by it. It was heading to my face from all way, finally making contact. The sticky load glued itself onto my left cheek and. Lie back, close your eyes and try to remember how it felt like when you were fucking me.”Tommy did just that and thought about the sensations he felt when he was fucking his mom. He remembered her being hot and wet. He thought it felt like a warm, wet glove that gripped his cock. That and Gloria stroking his cock got him somewhat harder. When she took his cock in her mouth he got fully hard again. The warmness of her mouth and the suction she used on it reminded him of when he was fucking. "They left a note and a set of keys for the weekend shift. I just need to see some ID, make sure you're the right guy."I hand him my corporate ID badge, and he takes it and squints at it."Hang on. Lemme check the name on the note. I'll be right back."He walks back into the building, locking the door behind him, and I can see him retreat to his security desk through the glass of the front door. He rummages around on his desk briefly, picks out a sheet of paper, and studies it briefly. Then he.