"Ghastly woman!" muttered Nethercourt as he wiped his sweaty brow."Who is she?" Debbie Freeman. Working freelance. Typical journalist blood-sucker who...is only here to get pictures of human misery. 'Disaster porn' they call it." If she keeps the world informed about the plight of the people here, then perhaps we can tolerate her," said a deep voice.The speaker was sat opposite Jennifer. A powerfully built black man with greying temple and twinkling eyes."Oh yes," started Nethercourt, "Let me. Her body goes limp as she returns the kiss, moaning in the process. I push her up against the back of the kitchen counter, shoving my pelvis into hers, making her feel my now rock hard cock through my pants. “Take off your clothes” shes says, “Let me see how hard you are”.I pull my shirt off, followed by my pants and boxers, my cock sticking straight out. She then gets down on her knees and takes hold of my cock, slowly rubbing up and down with one hand, the other giving my balls a little. Its been broken for a month."Trying to catch the remnant of the pull cord, Cindy wobbled on her tiptoes. A clicking of heels announced Gina had arrived. Cindy froze as she sensed Gina was immediately behind her. She felt Gina's warm breath across her neck and she knew goose bumps had formed. Then she shivered as Gina whispered in her ear, "And now, time for that special evening."Gina slipped her arms around Cindy's waist and drew her back. Cindy felt the older woman's lips nuzzle her neck at. "Fontana! Don't! This isn't right." I insisted."Casey, just tell me it doesn't feel good to feel that rush again." She said with a sly grin."YES, it does feel good. You've fed my evening shower fantasy, now get up." No, I want you to know the joys of having someone who cares for you to be close. You know nothing could ever come between Eli and I. I'm just trying to help you understand what it feels like again." She said, her mouth close to mine.She sighed and pasted her mouth to mine as I tried.