The Doctor might have touched all of you but not me. The few times I have gone back I have planted things in the Doctor much like he and the assistant...had been doing to all of you. We might actually have his ass if worse comes to worse. I do need to work on all of you though. That is if you want me to?" Alan asked as he looked around. "After what you have given back to me, yes!" Truda excitingly said. "I have learned a few things when you opened me up Alan. Things make me want to kill that son. My heart was in my mouth, but at the same time, my dick was fully erect. I unzipped my cargo trousers, and got my dick out. I especially hoped to find a certain short skirt that my Aunt has worn a few times, but she looked so fuckable while she wore it. Its the sort of thing you'd love to screw her in. 'Now where would a woman keep her skirts?' I thought to myself. I had no knowledge of where a woman would keep her different clothes, obviously. I presumed it could be in one of her drawers, so I. ...I pushed my fingers in deep and then up to my mouth again. I usually like to really clean myself out before fucking but I had a pretty good shower earlier and felt pretty confident. (nothing worse that not being clean, so I am always as careful as possible) Sam noticed my finger banging of course, and blurted out, "See my friend, you WANT Sam to fuck you, yes!" With that he turned me over and got behind me. I was on all fours and I pushed my ass into him. Sams cock slid in slowly but. The pressure of his hand on the back of my head instantly became a little firmer, but not uncomfortable. Thomas looked down at me and whispered. ‘Shit, Shayla…don’t do this to me. Hearing you moan like that…you’re making me crazy!’ Encouraged by his words, I smiled to myself and began finding pleasure in his pleasure. I let go of my inhibitions and moaned loudly from the back of my throat, feeling him throb harder and hotter in my mouth as a response. The more I moaned, the more he enjoyed.