I’d cum way too fast. Rory hadn’t even had time to adjust and find pleasure before I was done. It wasn’t my finest hour.How could I make things ...ight?RORY SHIFTED ON THE sofa and winced. She was sore. Out of the corner of her eye, she studied Ethan. He was behaving weirdly. Was he disappointed with her? She knew he’d cum. She’d felt it; his erection swelling and pulsing inside her and his groans of pleasure. She’d felt him soften inside her, too.Rory shifted again. Unbelievably, despite being. Her lips were garishly splashed with red lipstick, her eyes painted with eyeliner and eye shadow.A lady of the evening, Kennedy thought. She'd read about them, sure. But the reality was a little startling. It was, in a way, a lot like Mr. Sullivan's faulty math. Impossible for Kennedy to imagine anyone dressing like that woman or wearing makeup like she was.The woman facing Amanda looked up, beyond her, towards where Mr. Glastonbury and Kennedy had stopped. "Ah'll be jiggered! A Watcher, come. You’re hitting my spot perfectly. You’re thicker that my husband. I like it!” Finally I sank all 9 inches inside her. “God Jack, you’re touching me in places, I’ve never been touched before. I’m Cumming Baby, yessss!” Emi’s body began to vibrate out of control while she literally screamed with pleasure. I could see juices leaking from her pussy. She was in true ecstasy. Emi pulled off the blindfold and saw the huge dildo deep inside her satisfied cunt. “I knew it wasn’t you, Honey. Sorry, but. D.The impact was even worse than I remembered. Of course I was remembering things that were happening and just about to happen.Quite the conundrum.The time it took Mr. Hillman's produce truck to kill me stretched out like an eternity. My mind flashed on Beth Ann, Millicent Jane, James Brian, David Gregory, Colleen, Rebecca, Millie, Mr. Bell, Jennifer, and Tabitha, among a battalion of others. I saw video of myself pitching in the World Series and accepting the Series MVP Award. Pictures flitted.