. well... what you got." "Yeah, the girls warned me about that. Apparently, there's some kind of something interpreting the wishes. You can't wish for...anything that you know will hurt your wishee, or twist the wish to get out of the side effect." Now you tell me." It's your own fault. You were the one who tried to trick the coin. Besides, I was planning something like this, anyway." "Hey, I wasn't complaining, just commenting." Terrence started unbuttoning his shirt. "So let's see what we got.". I’ve had him. He is just as much mine as Tina’s. For a minute I smile, still feeling his cock inside me, and still feeling his cum warming me. He stands and only turns once to look back at me. I haven't moved. I still hold his cum in me but it’s covering my fingers. Sticky. Warm. I move my fingers inside myself.Then he is gone. I lay there for a while, I'm not sure how long. There is a wet spot on the couch now. Reality slips back in. I stand and wince at the slippery feeling of a huge cum glob. His voice was soothing me as I spent my first night in the shelter and didn’t know a soul. He was known as ‘Hobo Joe’ from spending most of his life living on trains and in old abandoned shacks. He was an older gentleman, somewhere in his late 60’s. His hair was a beautiful shade of silver and was highlighted by his clear, blue eyes. He had a round face, full of ageless wrinkles and tanned golden-brown by the sun. As I spent that evening getting to know him, I found we had a lot in common. Our. Ricky appeared saying lunch was set out below.After a light breakfast and our race across the water, I was hungry. Frank and Chuck said something about women and c***dren first. Maggie said expectant mother’s first. Gina turned and said, “She is talking about us.” She grinned and motioned for me to proceed. I grabbed a towel to sit on and reminded mother to do the same so our naked bottoms would not touch bare surfaces. I headed below.Ricky and the two junior crew members were wearing their.