She didn’t know Matt went commando unless he was really bundled up to be outside.Matt let his head fall back against the couch as Lilly ran her fing...rs along his bare cock. His head told him he should end this before it went any further but the beers and wine weren’t letting his head reach his physical conscious. Instead, the feel of Lilly’s fingers working his cock out of his jeans was winning out.Lilly had his cock out of his pants. It was standing hard as she ran her fingers up and down it. How long? Can eternity be measured in hours? No clock. No sun, no moon. No hunger or thirst, or the red thirst that replaced it, no hair to grow. Nothing. Only me and my memories, wrapped around themselves. Only my prison.And something else. A whisper. A fragment of a whisper. Greedy for noise I follow, and something miraculous happens. I smell. Blood. Essence. Power. Do I hear, or only remember hearing? I am a fragment of thought atrophying outside space and time. I cannot perceive, and yet I. "Of course I am, silly! Fine friend I'd be if I wasn't worried." It could all blow over, like Czechoslovakia," he said; but even to him it sounded unconvincing.Beth frowned. "I don't think so this time. I think we really 'for it' this time." Well, then. We'd best get this boat in the water while there's still time."Oh, Jack, is she really finished?" Pretty near. We'll step the mast and rig her in the water. First we got to christen her, though." A name! You've thought of a name at last!"Jack. White was unreal, as if he possessed some kind of sexual magic. ‘It’s okay, baby. Not much longer,’ she told Tom. He glanced at his watch. Goddamn, still half an hour of this shit left. As White thrust into her, she leaned forward to give Tom a peck on the cheek. It felt unconvincing, like a timid goodnight kiss after an awkward date. The thrusts increased in speed until the sound of skin slapping against skin. That overwhelmed expression Jean had worn when White ate her out returned and she.