He grabbed my hips and guided me, positioning me over his loins and when I eased down the crown of his massive dick split my lips and buried itself fu...l to the hilt inside me. I began bouncing, slowly at first before I quickened the pace. His hips thrusted up to meet my downward slide which afforded maximum penetration. As I bounced his hands returned to my tits, groping and manhandling them, bruising and marking them. We hadn’t spoken barely a word since our bodies had begun this wrestling. Mmmmmm… I still felt goooooood! After just a moment of stretching and relaxing in the warmth of her bed, I rolled out, grabbed my underwear, and went in search of my host. As I made my way to the door, I saw a note at the foot of the bed, addressed to me. Carlton, I had to run into town to pick up my partner – why don’t you make yourself at home, grab a shower and a drink if you are so inclined. I’ll be right back! Taylor Hmmm… This presented a bit of a dilemma, now didn’t it? Sure, I had felt. They were nearly to the entrance to the transit station. Once there, at least they’d be on cameras. While that in no way meant they’d be safe, it at least meant a security force would be monitoring and would hopefully respond in time to prevent their murders…or worse. Or worse… As bad as life was inside the Sector walls, it was far, far worse on the outside. Beyond the concrete barricades and mine fields, were the literal dregs of what was once called America. Not everyone had been killed. So far, I haven’t observed it outside of the police, but it motivates both. While the messages they espouse differs, the root cause is identical. What’s more, they’re easier to deal with.”“There ain’t nothin’ wrong wit’ me, you racist bigot! If I get loose, I’ll kill every American I can!”William dropped his voice. “Damn, I wish you hadn’t told me. With no one coming forward claiming an official diagnosis, it’s an easy choice. Now that I know he’s suffering from a definite mental illness, I.