So that my upper body now lay trembling on the floor as the rest of my body undulated venting to the cascading demand perpetrated upon my poor little ...sshole by Monty’s constant in, and out fucking of that black cock of his. There were flashing lights, and dots before my eyes, but in this never ending state of orgasmic bliss I could hardly have expected anything less. Nothing in my life had ever prepared me for something like this, and I could only imagine that death could compete with it.I. They rolled on to the soft grass, lips interlocked, with their hands caressing each other. Minea was now on her back as Eneia was returning the favour for making her go crazy. So she trailed with her fingertips over her body, seeing how sensually Minea responded, made her even more wet, as she loved playing with her. She always enjoyed her friends striking beauty, and her soft skin. Which was so pleasing to the touches and kisses. She was admiring those full perky breasts, with small areola’s,. She raised her left hand and slowly waved and then...then a sly smile seemed to cross her face. Was it his imagination? Yes, that was it. It was his imagination. Any second now she would scream and run back into her house. But no...no, she was definitely waving. Smiling up at him. Oh. Oh my God. He panicked, briefly, sure that she knew what he was doing. “Hey! Good to see you!” Her voice rang through the cool night, soft and soothing, as if she were out there fully dressed, as if there was. Sure he'd diddled me around making sure I got fed nothing but bullshit for a couple of years, but that debt had now been cashed in with blood. I still wanted to see a lot of people dead for what they'd done to protect the Monroe Masher, allowing him to kill young women for three years indiscriminately ... but Captain Baker had earned his reprieve, at least from me. We were never going to be friends, but he wasn't going to die from my hand, or from any indifference on my part. Sure, he'd later.