" That's your problem, not mine." No, it's both of our problems because you're in the same boat," he accused, then stood up and headed for the door. "...'m heading home to pack a change of clothes. I'll be back later." Don't bother," she yelled after him, but the door had already shut. She sighed. As if she didn't have enough problems, now she had to deal with an ex on a macho trip?What next? she wondered.When Cassie made it home that evening, she breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see. " She reasoned out loud."So, then what was that little show with the contractors that time?" I asked, trying to make a point."I wasn't topless." Lisa has a woman's way of rationalizing things.I knew I was about to lose the moment, so I tried another angle. "Well are you going to be overt?" We'll see". She smiled teasingly.I got my answer about five minutes later when we got to our towels on the beach. Lisa picked up a day shirt and looked up at the landing. I followed her eyes. The four guys. It’s hard to believe that an animal would devise something like that. They aren’t just running around searching here and there like you might expect a dog to do. I’ve just watched them complete their pattern, and they each used the same routine. They go out a certain distance, split up, and each checks his or her part of the pie before meeting at their starting point again. I’ve never seen or heard of animals doing anything like that. To say the least, I’m fucking impressed.”Morales sighed. “As. Every two hours, one of the automated prison robots would come by and pick up the cumbucket, replacing it with another one. The poor fucker only gets 4 hours of sleep on this program, which is barely enough to function on, let alone refill his nuts enough to enjoy the following day's sex regimen. I've got to say, though, that even with all that nut-busting the poor bastard's being forced into, at least HE gets to fuck real pussy. I'm being milked like a cow for my cum!April 20, 2113Today was a.