I dialed back the throttle then inspected the blaster and its hoses. The nozzle was getting worn even though it was made of ceramic, so I swapped out ...he module. Somebody had sent a few guys with good eyes upstairs to watch for another wave. Tom and I talked as we waited. "Ya know, living around here is going to be like being in a war zone until the packs die off."I nodded. "Compounds would work but people would have to cooperate." I had a brain flash. "Unless we lived aboard ships." I bumped. I could easily imagine the taunts and jokes thrown my way by my so-called "friends" when they discovered the debauchery of our nocturnal experiments and the way they would throw the word "Aunt" in my face like an insult of the worst sort.Aunt Maggie gave me permission to move my things into her flat that same morning after our initial blast-off and she blushed most becomingly when I kissed her on her lips before leaving for work. At that time, I had no idea of the depths of her sexual hunger. "Fucking hell... What a bitch," I muttered under my breath.Not for nothing, but that isn't my style. To cheat? I have been cheatedon, and the way that it makes you feel like nothing. Literally. It alsomakes you feel like shit. As if you are not good enough for the person.Then comes the self-doubt. Did I do something wrong to make them cheat?It's a vicious cycle.Anyway, Kara told Chrissy that I was out with my friend Maddy -which wastrue- and that we went to a bar and I was making out with. She feels the man’s hard cock on her lips and she opens her mouth so he can slide it in. While he slides it in she starts to move her head up and down on this hard, swollen cock. With a free hand she starts to play with his balls, which are nice and smooth.He grabs her head and helps her to suck his dick. He has a fierce grip, but Carla doesn't mind. While she is sitting here she feels the hand of the other women playfully on her shoulders and on her back. She keeps sucking and the man really.