There was no bad feeling but we parted. As you can see, we’re still the best of friends.’ I smiled back at him, happy in the knowledge that we cou...d talk like this. I was happier now with what had happened and, I suppose, rather pleased that I wouldn’t have to worry about money ever again although I didn’t think I’d stop working. I like meeting people so I would miss that. We had lunch and continued to chat until he took me back to the shop leaving me with a kiss and a ‘see you Sunday’. I’d. A giant but brief fireball erupted at one point when the dissipating hydrogen from one tanker mixed with the dissipating oxygen from another tanker and was penetrated by one of the lasers, thus fulfilling the three requirements of combustion — fuel, oxidizer, and ignition source."That was some shit," Xenia said, blinking her eyes to clear the afterimages the flash had caused. The concussion from the blast had been strong enough to rock their tank."That ain't propaganda," Zen agreed.While Xenia. Checking the road is clear I pull back out on the road and we start talking. We also sing along with the radio which causes us both to laugh really hard, since our singing sounds like wounded cats. Arriving at work I park the car in the car park and grab our gear before heading inside. Sam, our supervisor, was at the front counter when we entered saying a quick hello, we continue to the staffroom to store our gear and sign in. We then head back over to Sam. Once we are both there Sam starts. He moves in and out of her for a little while, working her up to the feeling. When he can’t take it anymore, he adds another finger. Abby moans, bringing Mat’s dick past full hardness. Fuck, she is tight.“Your g-spot is right… here,” he says, pressing the pads of his two fingers up against it, and Abby’s shocks. Inhaling sharply, her head rolls back, body tensing from the violently delicious pulse he just sent through her.“Can you feel that?” he asks, working his hand inside her.“Yes,” Abby.