She sighed and leaned into me, her breasts pressing into my side through the thin material of her T-shirt.The bathroom door opened behind us and my fr...end padded in quietly, still naked.“Is this a private party or can anyone join?”, she joked.I leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips.“How are you feeling?”, I asked gently.“Sticky and sore”, she giggled. “I think you shot about a gallon of spunk into my bum.”The flatmate giggled as well.I reached over and grabbed the last towel from. Pulling back I look into his eyes and can tell he is ready for more, not only by the gaze I receive but also by the bulge that can not be concealed. We both ascend to our feet and make our way back the hall to the bedroom that has been our safe haven for the past couple months. I observe him removing his gray faded t-shirt and unfasten the clasp on his belt to unbutton his jeans to where they fall to the floor. And what seemed like a blink of an eye he sat before me exposed and awaiting me. Never mind. I’m sorry I called. Good bye, Blake.” Jessica hung up and sobbed.“Thanks for meeting me, Sue. After all these years, I know I can count on you for good advice,” Jessica said.“Of course, Jessica. You know I’m always here for you,” Sue McGrath responded, as she put her arm around Jessica in a light hug.“Right this way ladies,” the hostess said as she picked up two menus and led the pair to a table outside on the terrace.Once seated, Sue started, “So what’s new with you? It’s been. But can't say it enough this time 'round: if you'd like to contribute... please do.]The year 2019. One day, when a U.S. Congressional Committee hearing on the Dominata Pharmaceuticals cover-up of the "RAPST" crisis finally finds an executive willing to squeal for immunity, they'll hear of what created this worldwide phenomenon and christen 2019 the year that freedom for human women all but perished. They'll hear the gritty details: how a break-in saw three burglars run towards the exit of one.