But I was too far gone to care. "Make me come!" Angela screamed. "Don't stop!" The grunting became deeper and was accompanied by a wet fleshy noise.... "Come for me, bitch! As I come all over your face!" Rose shouted. Oh fuck! I came, imagining myself doing that very thing. My head swam as I heard Angela yelling profanities. My body curled up as my cock jumped in the darkness. Wet heat splashed up my belly and oozed over my gripping hand as my heart pounded against my chest. I’d never come. Billy exploded in rage and began pouring bullets into the murderer. The number of bullets that actually hit the murderer was problematical, since Billy emptied three guns into the man's riddled body.Billy burst into tears and ran to his friend. Of course, there was no chance of saving Bob with a wound like that. Mercifully, he was already dead by the time Billy reached him. Billy cried steadily for the next 2½ hours. He finally came to himself and buried Bob on a little knoll above the dock. He. Several female eyes seemed to be on him, either fully staring or sneaking peeks. He didn't know why. He had just looked like himself that morning after his shower. Nothing new, or special. Probably Her doing. The guys were just ignoring him. He was happy about that.For his part, his mind was still trying to comprehend the latest download. That's what it felt like: She was sending him these huge chunks of data, in the hope that some of it had meaning to him. There weren't words. Only images,. She glanced side to side, then down, surprised to see her thighs still tightly closed when in her mind they were splayed wide. She stared at her lap, helpless as her body irresistibly responded to an imaginary but huge tongue fucking her hole and lapping at the fluid seeping from her. Her wetness was not imaginary. I could sense the slow throb of her vaginal walls as they oozed fluid to lubricate her cunt. Like a warm slow river, it streamed out of her, soaking the pink thong that slipped.