“How come?” by now counting the days till Saturdays, knowing what would happen.She thought for a moment. “Because sooner or later ... OK, but if...this being our last time, you get to do something back.”This being our last time, I reached up the back of her shirt and unhooked her brassiere.I was unprepared, however, when she in turn reached down.“You can’t,” I managed, as she found my boner.“This is why we need to stop,” she told me after I’d wetted everything.And that’s how we ended my lesson.We. She licked and sucked the head of his monster cock and all the while made animalistic grunting noises. She loved it. The pressure built up and Steph couldn’t hold back her second orgasm for the night. Fitz and Steve swapped places. Steph cleaned Steve’s cock of her own juices while Fitz fucked her with passion. This went on for a short while until Steph’s wonderful mouth was too much for Steve. He came in her mouth without warning. Steph tried to swallow as much as she could but plenty of his. Apparently, the island’s victory over the Brotherhood the previous year had made the island the place to go for those escaping from the strife on the mainland. The island had gotten quite a few penniless starving refugees, but it had also gotten a lot of people who were better off and chose to leave before they lost everything.King Tom’s policies had refugees working for food, and his assistant Lord Paul had introduced enough labor-saving machinery to create a revolution in farming. Weeding. The things she catches little glimpses out of the corner of her eyes are horrible too. But she just keeps walking. It's only five blocks now.It's so quiet, as though the mist is smothering sound as well as vision. Her shoes tap gently on the concrete. She cringes at every step. She wonders if she should stop and take them off. She knows the mist is hiding terrible things but if she's very quiet it might hide her as well. But to take her shoes off she would have to stop walking. And she can't do.