Seven thirty two, and I tell myself to get up, get moving, and do something. But what? Always expectant, never inspired. I can’t sleep at night. I c...n barely sleep during the day. The restless feeling of impending destiny keeps me pacing, waiting for the door or window, or whatever the fuck… Waiting for opportunity to come and sweep me up, take me away. Bored intensity. I sometimes wonder if it would be more interesting to be insane. At least then I’d have company, real or imagined. I’m up. As the guards approached the body it was obvious that he wasn't human, but an android. The guard touched his ear, "Control, Numan Distar is at large, the person here was a duplicate, he is to be found and arrested!" The man said and the rest of the team took the android body away.The hubbub of the meeting faded away into darkness.I was now confused, if Distar was an android then where had the real man gone to? And more importantly how is Brak Distar concerned with this? It seems that all this. I don’t think so though. I wanted to turn around and push my stiffie against her belly. I was huge and sure she would see it. I wanted her to see it. I want to show it to her. I like to pretend she’s watching me when I undo my pants and reach in and pull it out, all stiff and hard, and wrap my fingers around it and pull it till I pump lovely dollops of cheesy spunk everywhere. I’m doing it now, d’you want to see?============================================================= It is nearly. My knees began to shake as I watched Mike’s pelvis thrust up one last time, burying his long cock in Laura’s throat as he erupted. Laura’s ass cheeks began to clench to their own rhythm as she obviously was orgasming as well. Jo, mouth stuffed with my thick cock, could not scream as usual, but her muffled moans clearly indicated her own approaching orgasm. And feeling the cum begin to drive up my cock, I pushed forward as far as she would take it, trying to fuck her mouth as deeply as her.