Most Saturdays, too, Meggie and I made slow-evolving, eventually truly passionate love to each other, save those Saturdays when she was ‘hors de com...at.’ This had always been of the ‘passionate talk but conservative action’ type when we finally had each other so hot we could no longer confine our caresses to touches. This Saturday, when we awoke, Mistress was already in the room with us, and she smiled brightly as she told us to attend to our usual morning ablutions, brush our teeth ‘very. .Oh,?I want to?I want to feel his cum explode into me? Oh, Jeff, Oh, cum into me?.I need you to fill my pussy with your cum.?Jeff needed no more encouragement. Julie?s words were the key his floodgate and it burst open. He grabbed Julie?s hips hard, arched his back, and drove his pelvis up to meet her next downward thrust. It was as though he was trying to drive his penis clean through Julie?s pelvis and out the other side. Simultaneously, the muscles all around Jeff?s scrotum began to contract. “You’ve got visitors.”“Oh no,” Sean said upon turning around. There were three dwarves poking into the material that he had stacked by the garage door.“What are you doing?” Chom asked.“I’m talking to my father,” Sean answered evasively.“He’s holding a tool,” Clea said noticing the drill in Sean’s hand.“He must be making something,” Chom said.“That’s a logical conclusion,” Pip said. He went over and climbed up onto the workbench. He walked over to where Sean was working and bent over to check it. “You were sitting on a bench in a snowstorm without proper clothes!”She sat on the edge of the bed, and Angie went around and sat on the other side of me.“Let us help you, Mike,” Angie pleaded. “Please.”“How?” I asked. “You can’t fix it.”“Maybe not, but we can fix you! I’m afraid you’re suicidal.”“Whatever,” I sighed.“Mike,” Clarissa said gently. “You can’t let her hurt you this way. Why throw everything away?”“Because she sent me pictures of her having sex to hurt me! That’s why!”“Uhm, those.