Mike didn’t care. It was only by chance that Melissa’s orgasm made it to the surface as Mike pumped his cock into her for the last time. With a hu...e grunt, he pulled out and let his spunk shoot from the end of his cock onto the small of her back and finally over the crack of her arse. Some of his spunk joined forces with Melissa’s juices that had now soaked Mike’s trousers. Mike had a lot to give and it was a good thirty seconds of pumping before his cock and balls were emptied of its contents.. She was so embarrassed. She felt herself blushing. She vowed next time she‘d get Mike to check her over, properly, before each set. Next time? Would there be a next time, and knew immediately that there would be. This was something she could do. Something she could fit in as and when she wanted. Mike pulled her labia to one side, and removed the toilet paper, just a very small speck, and as he did so he ran his finger along her pussy, parting her slightly, “Bloody hell,“ He said so Chris. No less pressing on his mind were the unbidden visions that had started to assault his sanity. He didn't ask for them and they seemed to shake him to the core of his being, a place far deeper than he had ever explored. There was too much stuff down there, far too much for a cabinetmaker's son. Speaking of which, he was heading back to Detroit, first to drop off his furniture and then to face his father. He would have preferred having his nails ripped from his fingertips with red hot pinchers. That chapter was over, that era a closed book stuffed high on a shelf. Coming here was at once healing and hurtful. She needed to see it was gone, but she wanted her memories kept alive. Suzanne went back to her car and climbed in, turning the heat up and angling the vents towards her. Still, she stared at the homestead and wished things never had to change. She finally rested her head against the headrest and closed her eyes, bringing the last summer of memories back to life. ~*~ Suz had.