The black cardigan was easy, just one single button at the top and I put it on the chair next to the bed. Trembling I leaned round her and removed a s...unning necklace, which she retrieved the gold charm from her ample freckled cleavage. Booth was Canadian and not overly pretty, just well put together. Her chin was small and very weak and set back, her nose ... to be honest large and beaky, but her eyes were; usually – crystal clear blue. Close to, fiddling with the jewellery I was taking stock. While she enjoyed having more to work with, the cock kept pulsating with each flicker of her tongue, growing and filling her mouth.“Two minutes left,” she heard his voice as the rod in her mouth achieved its full size. The once tiny thing was now bigger than her mouth, leaving enough length outside for her hand to join the party and hold it in place. It was very thick, scraping against her teeth when she bobbed her head, even though she opened her mouth so wide her jaw started to hurt. She. "On three," Robin said, "One, two and... three." At three, both Patricia and Roberta started their descent on their partner's cock. Patricia reversed directions almost immediately before trying again. Roberta on the other hand, grimaced a little as she slid halfway down Patrick's cock before having to go back up a little before sliding back down. Patricia ended up getting all of her partner's cock inside of her first, with Roberta doing that on her next down thrust. While they were getting. Needless to say, the fighting you were partaking in has long since either resolved or moved to another front, something you quickly realize as you wake up and find yourselves confronted with the sight of rubble, more rubble, and- Hey, is that a person? No, wait. It's more rubble. You sigh and palm your pounding head, patting down your body to make sure you're still in one piece.Limbs, check. Organs, check. Memories... spotty. In fact, you can hardly remember what you were fighting, much less.