I’d never felt that way before… obviously. We talked for what seemed like hours (actually only about 20 minutes) when the talk turned to sex. She...asked if I’d ever been with a guy. Although I’d kissed a few and one felt up my breasts in a movie theater, I’d never seen a cock, except in magazines and on the internet. She told me about a guy she’d been sleeping with and gave me all sorts of details. She wasn’t afraid to do everything I’d only fantasized about while playing with my nipples. As. We weren't at a bar, we were in a hotel lounge. Rooms were only a short walk down the hallway, not a fifteen minute drive. And Karen was different too. She was more sexual. I looked over at them, they were clearly getting along. I started feeling a sense of nervous anticipation. I felt like a k** who had just lit the fuse of a firecracker and was watching the fuse burn down, knowing there was no way of stopping the coming explosion. Was I having second thoughts? I quickly brushed. Amy: It's best if we never do go back again. We're immune to the radiation, but with all of those rotting corpses down there we might run into some pestilence. Here's a shirt I found at the farmhouse if you want it.Michael: What's this for-are we dressing for dinner?Amy: Why not, it might improve your morale and your appearance.(Giggles from audience)Michael: You didn't seem to mind last night, and again this morning when we made love to one another.Amy: That was in private. You should wear a. .now where's that fucking douche. OooooMary McPeevie withdrew her trusty cuntbuster from her engorged sex hole. Big Al had bought it for her years ago when he saw it in a sex shop in London. It is so thick she can hardly get both hands round it. He says it's the closest thing to his cock he's ever seen. She agrees. It gets brought out to play, whenever Big Als working away, and, even though she can fuck anybody she wants, she still relies on her trusty cuntbuster. Mary had watched the videos.