" ...To when?" I ask."...Monday," Stuart says, making me sigh and rest my head on his shoulder."I mean, it'd get it over and done with sooner, and if ... don't accept theoperation, I'm still booked in for next month, and I've stopped takingthe hormones so I AM ready, I can accept Monday, I just- just- ugh. I'dhave to go into hospital on Sunday, and that's the day after yourbirthday... I don't want to do that to you, not on that day of all days..." You should take it," I say."But- but you-" Stuart. That was the deal that Lisa brokered between us, so that I could do this for you, not that Amber minds ... she just wants her turn, of course. Meanwhile, I'm at your disposal, Master ... I do belong to you now, after all. Just like my dear sister here, who seems to be ... how do I say this ... eager for a celebratory MMF threesome to wear her out. Of course, Amber also sucked her father off under the desk when they got to work, just so he could think straight after his rather vividly erotic. The faint spark of hope she nursed blazed up. There were rumors about the survivors...She remembered--How not!--the spattered lesions around her father's face; they'd had to tie him down to keep him from clawing his eyes out, even with the morphine. He'd died anyway. This man had survived that agony, brought by the plague that had killed off nearly ten percent of men between the ages of 25 and 35, rising to near all of them over age sixty. His voice was likely damaged by screaming for hours,. I rocked back and forth on the cop’s stiff rod, as he hammered it into me from behind. With one hand on my bouncing tits and the other on my hip, he plowed my pussy with his enormous piece of meat over and over until I let out a shriek as an orgasm ripped through my body, leaving my legs trembling.I had totally forgotten about Terry, but he suddenly let out a grunt, which got our attention, and we both watched him shoot his wad all over his lap as he pulled his pud in earnest, watching his wife.