After all, I had never previously considered either of them as lovers, yet both of them came onto me as if I was wearing my fetish. I might have to ap...logize to both of them, if I ever figured out the cause.Now, though, with Olive looking at me as if I was water after she had crossed a desert, I couldn’t ignore the pattern.I looked down and placed my hand on top of hers. If her memories could offer any idea as to when this started, maybe I could figure out what triggered it. I closed my eyes. I was fucking her brains out, almost literally. “Oh Aaron I think I’m” she said being cut off by her moan, “Your what” I asked know the answer. “I’m... I’mm CUMMING!” she screamed with all her breath, “So am I” I Grunted with her. I continued thrust after thrust until, “Yes” We Both Screamed. I felt my large load unload into her welcoming pussy. I also felt her pussy milk every drop of cum out of my cock. I looked down at her and kissed here passionately. We got up and put our clothes on and. ’ This is not even the worst gang in Baltimore, though.“The Hungry Gang is the worst. They’re cannibals. Literally. They also collect the skulls of their victims to use as drinking cups. Those guys are vicious. Their leader is someone named Nadia Kozin. Yes, a woman runs that outfit. She is a former stripper and sex slave from fair Minsk in Belarus, in fact. Fifty-five years old and more than a little certifiable by now. She has a notable scar on her belly that she likes to expose by baring her. As the last drops fell from the tip of my cock, and onto her perfect smooth round breasts, her breathing started to slow. "God I love your cum" she said. This was probably once of the hottest things anyone has ever said to me, but all I responded with was, "let me get you a towel". she replied to me "I'm not done yet, I've only cum once". Which in combination to the cum comment kept me fully erect, something that had never happened to me before. I was already walking behind her to grab a.