The lights are dimmed low while music seduces her as she listens to the rise and fall of the piano. Lying back on the sofa, she rests in a nightdress....The lace frames the swell of her breasts while the silk skims her curves. She sips at the wine in her hand, enjoying the taste of the fruit on her tongue. She rolls the liquid around her mouth. She savours the aroma while tilting back her head. Putting the cold of the glass to her nipple through the silk. She gasps softly and moves a hand between. "We go to 1700 Areola Avenue and pay Nurse Geraldine a visit."CHAPTER 4: History of the 21st Century After a nice 7-credit dinner (Sue found a nice cheap restaurant), we left for Areola Avenue. With the help of the map, we arrived at 5 minutes to 7. 1700 Areola Avenue looked like an old, dilapidated apartment building shaped like a phallus with sperm coming out of the top. I'm surprised it hadn't been condemned. Sue and I glanced at each other, then entered the building. Inside we saw about. Somewhere with overhead cover and near to a water source. By the time they found a good spot, it was fully dark and the stars were out again.There was only a single tent, the spare from the old camp, but since they would be trading watch shifts, it wouldn't be an issue. As tired as Kat was, it wouldn't have been an issue anyway.When the tent was set up, Bob emptied his various pockets onto a tarp and set up a small, dim lamp. From the pockets of the man he had dragged from the cab of the mule,. “Cum for me now, my love, around my cock, let me feel you cum,” I cry. Your muscles convulse around me, my cock the epicenter of your quaking body. I groan and plunge deeply and let out a flood inside you, a dam breaking. Your pussy milks my cock as your entire body flutters and ripples like wind coursing through a field of wheat.We collapse on the bed. It takes several minutes for us to return to reality. The bed and the room and the world gradually materialize around us.But we are not.