She noticed beads of sweat forming on his forehead. ‘Tell me if it is too much.’ His fingers fluttered their own protest, but he stifled them, �...It is … helpful,’ he murmured, ‘go on, I am strong.’ She smiled at him, wiping his forehead tenderly with her sleeve as she removed her hand from his side. ‘Enough for now. Rest and drink,’ she said, handing him the water bottle. He accepted gratefully, gulping the water to ease the sudden thirst her healing wrought in him. She waited until his. ? The other two finished with Angie after one of them urinated into the crevice between her butt cheeks. Our clothes were filthy from lying in the muck, but we dressed hastily and then went back to my car, neither of us could sit normally, so we sat on our hip bones. And the stench we made inside the car was nauseating. Chapter Seven I asked Angie, ?are you ok?? Angie answered ?yeah, I guess so, my ass will recover, damn that guy, and it felt like he shoved a baseball bat into my ass. Dressed in just her stockings and panties, she slipped into bedand cried herself to sleep. She awoke just as the sun was going down. Thesleep had helped. Putting distance from the traumatic event had helped.She knew what would make her feel even better. She tossed back the coversand arched her back. Her erect dicklette needed relief. She reached intoher bedside table and reached for the lube and her kryptonite dildo. Well,it wasn't real kryptonite. But when she had seen the thick dark. . "AI, these women -- what is their secret? They don't look particularly fetching..." The AI threw up three-dimensional rotating nude displays of all three of us. "They want it and I don't? It's that simple?" I asked.I knew that -- but I wouldn't have admitted it to myself, so the AI had to rub my nose in it. "What am I to do?" the AI declared. "When the situation becomes urgent enough?"The AI made it all sound simple -- and it was telling me that I'd already let go of the edge and was starting.