He finally looked down at me and said. “I’m getting close. Are you sure?” “Uh-Huh” was all I could manage to say between moans. “Say it.�... “Come in me. Make my cunt a sloppy mess. Unload those huge balls in my cunt. Come on baby. Make me yours.” After that it took only 3 more strokes before he suddenly stopped. He was completely buried inside me when I felt the first jet of his lava hit my cervix. He was screaming as each jet fired from his cannon and painted my womb with his cum. I reached. Excitement tickled my stomach so that it fluttered and trembled inside me. They were friends, but did I mention that they were hot? They were laughing at a shared joke as I stepped off the train, but both straightened and looked as happy to see me as I was to see them.Mack was dark, a little taller than John and had a gentle, easy-going manner. His actual name was Mike, but his initials were MAC and we all just ended up calling him Mack. It probably stuck, because his smooth manner made him. "I have decided to take you with me. From now on you will live in my home and be my companion. I do not wish the authorities to trace you to me and so this will necessitate the appearance of your death..." But, but what about my life here, what about my bookstore? Am I to lose all of that?" Sam interrupted. Tears began to roll down Sam's cheeks as she thought more of having everything in her life snatched away. Amy was going to force her to give up her business, her home, everything she had. . He turned the knob and the door opened with a click. And he saw her ... asleep on the bed ... her hair covering her angelic face. He walked inside knowing that if she woke up, he was going to face hell. But he didn't and couldn't leave things as they were. Sam may be driven by her hormones but he wasn't. He knew the truth ... he knew how much she loved him and she just needed to know how much he loved her ...He sat beside her and moved the strands away from her face. She still seemed to be.