“Get me a drink,” he repeated, “and then I will finish what you have so wickedly started.” When she obliged with a sweating glass and perspiri...g bosom, it was if she had handed him a knife. “Inside,” he gestured with the glass, “to that room off the porch, the one you watch me from.”She sank to her knees in the mosaic-tiled sunroom, her face pressed to his groin, the salt taste of his fingers in her mouth. Frantically she fumbled with his buttons, freeing the mammoth rigid cock, unlocking its. They both flushed again as they continued to stare, open-mouthed at Bronwyn. There seemed to be a natural attraction to her in spite of the fact that a younger, very beautiful girl, Dana, was there, too.A kind of magnetism was drawing the three of them together and they gradually merged as Bronwyn went over to them, knelt down on her knees, reached out and, alternating between the two of them, drew their cocks into her wet mouth, back and forth, back and forth, first one and then the other. She. Alive, but ultimately alone, with everyone I love taken from me.This became the routine for the next two weeks. I would awaken at some point of the day with one of the girls in bed with me. Often, it alternated between Liza and Trina, but the evenings found Violet sometimes my bed-mate when I awoke. I was healing, and each day I hurt a little less. As the end of the week neared, dread began to fill me. It was only a few days from the next blood moon, and I was not healed. I knew Brant and his. It was only summer work but who knew what it might lead to. The dorm accommodation was about 40 minutes from the location of the large industrial workplace, so it meant a reasonably early start (for university students anyway). I drove and a few others typically got a ride with me. There was a communal cooking area at the dorm and in the first few nights I’d retire pretty early to my room after my simple meals to read or just get some rest. I wasn’t quite sure what the situation was with Jane.