She starts to pull back, "Mmm mm", she protests,I don't let her move, relenting she cracks her lips and my tongue darts into her mouth, instantly tast... my own cum, it was nothing like the nectar that ran from her sweet spot. We keep kissing, saliva mixed with my semen running down our chins until the taste disappeared, then we pull back and stare into each others eyes, "I love you", I whisper, I love you too", came the reply.Hitting the lever under the chair to lower it, she stands and spins. I figured it would be a long time – like forever, before any new production would start. Unless I started gathering grapes to make wine. Now that was a thought.Oddly enough, although the people who ran the machinery weren’t alive anymore, a lot of things were still running, as it were, on autopilot. I suspected everything would begin gradually winding down as fuel ran out and parts broke with no one to replace them. The second law of thermodynamics would guarantee that order would deteriorate. She stood up a short distance from him, and taunted: “Crawl if you want to lick my pussy, wimp. Or did I turn you gay?”Johnny felt miserable and utterly ruined. His ego, his body, his fame…all gone. Now, he could either be left like this, or submit to Sonya, and at least die. With tears of agony, the youthful fighter crawled over to her, gripping her left boot at the ankle.This prompted Sonya to smirk, as she quickly laid down, wrapping her legs around the head of her fallen rival. She trapped. We spent a glorious evening chatting, eating, listening to musicand drinking. The long awaited climax to the evening startedwhen Kate and Sally Anne started discussing vibrators and how menliked to see a vibrator plunged inside a woman where as a womanfound more pleasure using it gently on their sensitive areas.Karl came up with a solution to satisfy us all and suggested theyplunged a big vibrator into them and at the same time use a smallone on their clitorises. The girls needed no second.