His tongue flicked over hers, and everything was too much, too mean, too intense. Jane didn't want to cum yet, but he was turning her entire body into...a sex organ, and she couldn't stand it any longer. She shifted her position on Patrick's naked lap, moving so that his member pressed between her legs. He seemed surprised that she wanted him so soon, but he grinned, shifting his hips a little so that his head pressed against her opening.Jane braced herself, but the shock of penetration didn't. More than a physical sensation, I tasted metal and could smell something like burnt toast. A second or two later a chasm opened in my guts and I experienced the same dreadful ache I’d known when I lost my parents, the terror I’d felt at fourteen, bereaved and all alone. Then, it stepped back a pace and melted into shadow. The next I knew it had gone and I’d managed to stagger into the temporary comfort of the street. Then I became aware, like waking from a bad dream, that I was crying, sobbing. Dutifully she stripped off her dress. She stood naked before me, her nipples firm and juices once again wetting her cunny. She delayed moving hoping I would change my mind and take her right then. When I made no move to engage her, she slowly turned away and headed for the shower. My cock throbbed with renew desire watching her firm ass walking away from me.When Lynn returned from the shower, I had dimmed the lights and turned back black satin bed sheets I had brought with me. I was waiting for. People were less than enthusiastic about Kilgore trying to make duplicates with their little darlings.Well, the Rollings' could have been a little more lax about letting Sheeba out of their sight, but nooo, every time he tried to lure her off, they screamed, "Come back here mutt!" before she was fifty feet from the camp. The little lady was obviously in need, and that old battle-ax didn't have to faint and fall in the fire anyway. Hadn't she ever seen a couple of dogs getting it on before?.