I opned a fresh gallon of paint which would finish the job for the day, and allow me to finish the following day by noon or so. I climbed the ladder c...rrying the paint, the brush, and a sc****r, when I felt it move. Before I could react, it slid sideways, and down I went, on my back, and getting soaked by a fresh gallon of yellow house paint. Kathleen rushedout of the house when she heard the noise, and gasped at what she saw. "Oh my god, Trev, are you all right?!, she screamed. I was. As I was still laying on the floor, she straddled my stomach facing my cock so she could wipe me with a towel. As she did so, she squeezed her muscles to drain what cum she could onto my stomach. She wiped up the mess and left the room. I got my clothes back on. When she came back she was wearing a robe, my buddy stood. He said something to the effect that it was getting late and he had better be getting home as his wife would be coming home soon. It was ok by me, because his mission was. "The final door began to open. "I understand," I whispered as I helped James continue towards the opening doorway. As the doors opened, they revealed two marines in battle armor standing on the other side. I stumbled slightly as they turned to look at us."James," one spoke. "Governor Johanes sent us to find out why you were taking so long." Sorry," James replied tiredly. "Right now I'm not walking far or with a steady step." I can see you have a pretty crutch," the same marine said again. "I. One of my hands is buried in your hair and I have the other teasing my nipple, tugging in my breast sending tiny shocks down to where you torture me with your tongue. I can't hold back any longer, my hips rise off the bed and I cum calling your name over and over. A pleasure overload has me laying helpless on my back. You tug my panties away in a swift movement and I feel the mattress shift. I blink to find your gaze drinking me in, your body pressed against my side. "Hearing you cum is like.