The walls were of heavy concrete. I imagine some sort of hardened stuff that would not allow penetration of heavy weapons. I did not care. My task was...finished. I had run the race and while I had not finished first, I had completed all of my work. Those responsible having been taking care of and the rest of humanity would now be the recipients of my last gift. I dared not tell them of that though yet. I would hold it until it was too late and the pattern was set. I thought that I had enough. He begins to nibble at my clit while he is rubbing my spot again. How did this guy make me cum quicker than my husband ever did? I'm approaching another orgasm. I'm trying to remain quiet. We wouldn't want Mrs. Smith to hear all this noise. I can't control the feelings this guy is giving to me. I about to cum and I feel my muscles contract against his fingers as another orgasm is about to hit. I'm riding the waves. He makes me cum again and again.At this point the guy hadn't even fucked me and. I apologize.”“No need to apologize, it’s fine.” He smiled boyishly. “One of the things I like about you.”Mia blushed. “My mother used to tell me it was not at all an attractive attribute…” She bit her lip to stop from crying, “nothing I did seemed to be.” She started the car and drove out of the parking lot and into the empty streets.At one of the lights, she began to sing softly.Quincy’s eyes slid shut at the soothing noise, and he allowed his head to loll around against the headrest. “You. It took a couple of hours but finally we got out the door to the docks. Today was tubing day. We got the speedboat and a huge tube that could fit 3 people. I was really excited about it. We all stepped onto the boat and dropped our cooler and beach towels etc. onto the front end. My dad started the engine and we took off into the open water. "So who wants to go first!?" My mom was always the loudest, even with the speedboat going 50 and the wind slapping our ears. I was always the athletic type.