She gasped at the sound of the vomiting and hurried into the bathroom. “Oh, my God, are you okay?”“Migraine.” My voice slurred as I uttered th... word.“Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need anything?”I made a waving motion toward the row of prescription bottles on the vanity. “Imitrex. Then bed. I’ll be okay once I sleep.”Lisa rifled through the bottles until she identified the Imitrex. She took one out, put some water in a small glass, and handed both to me. As I held my breath to. So I started undoing his pants. As they fell to the floor, I put my hands into his boxers and grabbed onto his big dick. “Oh, wow Jeff, that's mighty big. You must have been having a lot of sex lately,” I said. “Just with my fiancé,” Jeff replied. “Is she hot?” I asked. “Smoking hot. You should see her. You'd wanna fuck her,” Jeff replied. Then we both laughed a little as I began stroking his dick. “I think that's a huge reason I fell in love with you. We can laughed together about anything. We. I know that it has only been a few weeks since the last time that you made love to me, but it feels like an eternity since the last time you have touched me. I am torn between the pleasure that you are inflicting upon me, and the painful, tormenting knowledge that this will be the last time you will ever touch me like this. Crawling slowly up my body till we were face to face. You settled your self comfortably between my legs. I arched my butt up so that I can grind my pussy against you, making. "Everyone get down. These windows should stop most of it, but will give eventually. Stay down until I tell you otherwise. Gene, here." She pressed a pistol into his hands. "We may need someone on that side, too." Gene held it loosely as Holly disengaged the safety on her machine gun. Her smile was wicked as she turned back and watched the rising slope ahead.The pistol was cold, which seemed appropriate. Gene felt cold, drained, so far off-kilter than he'd been dreaming about fucking his own.