He whispered, you're so tight you're going to make me cum. Soon he was moving in and out of me, leaving just the head of his dick in me. My head was s...imming as I heard and felt him slap against me. Suddenly he pulled out of me. Grabbing my hips, he flipped me onto my back. Putting more gel on his dick, he took my legs and pulled me to him. Placing my feet on his shoulders, he guided his dick in me again. You're so beautiful, he said as he fucked me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I. Cedric couldn’t take his eyes off the rusting vehicle despite it looking almost as decrepit as the shed housing it. It was dusty, infiltrated with bits of hay and rats’ nests, the tires were perished and falling off the rims and one detachable headlight was missing. Trevor noted Cedric’s interest and said nothing until they were seated in the homely kitchen again, with his wife Katie pouring tea and handing them freshly-made scones, still warm enough to melt the thick covering of butter. Trevor. "I'm fine. Did I do okay?" There was an imploring look in those puppy-dog eyes."You did great," I said, forcing a grin.I lay down in her arms again and kissed her.For the rest of that afternoon and into the early evening, Kimmy and I fucked and sucked and cuddled, pausing only for light snacks and cool refreshments to replenish our energy and the bodily fluids we had lost, hers from sweating, mine from ejaculating. I must have shot a quart of semen into her young womb as we screwed in every. “I hope you aren’t visiting any libraries.”“Not exactly,” Keith said. “We are investigating some old manuscripts. What’s up?”“Don’t pretend you don’t know about the bombing at the National Historical and Genealogical Archives,” the agent growled.“Wait! Bombing of what? We were just there,” Keith said.“Imagine that!” Fry shouted. “You were just at the Kane Memorial Library when it blew up. You were just at the NHGA when it blew up. What library are you heading for now?”“We’re headed into Mainz,.