"I'm cuuuummmmmmminnnng! Oh my Gawd!" as she speared herself with the dark post. "...so fantastic. Oh, oh, oh, yyyyyeeeeesssss!" as she shook all over... His head was banging at the entrance to her womb as she still had her hand around the base. "OH, OHH, OHHHH my Gaaaawwwddd!" as she at last slumped against Marcus' chest, feeblely kissing his neck with the little energy she had left. Jim could see her drenched hand, covered with their wet mixed nectar, still grabbing the black shaft.His large. ”“I’m glad I’m here,” he said. “You told me something about your own desires. I’ll tell you something about mine. I don’t trust women very much. And I don’t generally get into casual sexual relationships.”“Isn’t it a little early in the relationship to start talking about commitment?” she suggested.“It’s just the way I am,” he said.“I’ve never really looked for commitment,” she said. “I didn’t think I’d ever find it, so I guess I haven’t really thought about it that much.” She kissed his chin.. Beginning to move around the bunk room, stretching her legs and arms out, sweat glistening down her nude, well-endowed frame. Sleeping nude was a must, especially this time of year, though it was very frowned upon during training, so she wraps herself in layer after layer of light, semi-transparent cloths. Supposedly dressing like this was supposed to help keep you cool, and to some extent that must be true.She steps out into the central sand covered courtyard. She'd seen many a great battle. Oh God! She wished John would hurry and come home. Come home and rid her of this terrible need to be fucked. With a little cry of frustration, Ruth whirled and threw on a thick floor-length robe to cover her hotly aroused nakedness.She went into the living room and over to the bar where she took out a full bottle of scotch and a glass, and took them over to the couch. Curling up on the well-stuffed sofa, Ruth opened a book and began sipping the drink from the glass.The door chimes echoed.