."Oh, I'm cumming!" Adjusting myself, I put my left leg up on the seat, standing with my right. Lady leans over the middle dash, face flushed and eyes...ravishly looking into mine. "Fuckk Yeeea! Uhhhhh." One squirt, two squirt, rope after thick rope of nice and pearly white, feral spunk. Hitting her upturned face each squirt splashes off of her aroused skin, cum globules splattering me and the seat. I get the last of it in her hair before she pulls away. "What the hell!" I Smile. She's upset now. He reached over and took her hand. It was several minutes before their breathing returned to normal. He could see that she was deep in thought."Our Rulers have lied to us. You did not cause me pain. It was very pleasant and made me feel very good. Sex is very good and I would like to try it again sometime."He smiled and squeezed her hand, "Is the tension gone now?" Yes, but I feel very strange. There is a tingling in my chest. It feels good but strange. I feel very calm and have the feeling. As modern as the gate was, the shiny wet Guardsman Mark IV that kept his sensors on the gate and the traffic was an older and thankfully less intelligent model. Simply sneaking in behind a cargo train would not work here, but what would work for the murdering son of a gun from Gullster’s and his Viper might just work for me as well.Not that I had much time to waste, I was cutting it close.”I left the Monoflash behind and rode concealed under a heavy cargo tarp, hugging a load of barrels past. ”“You know, I’m getting really sick and tired of how you’ve let Tasha tie you in knots for more than two years!”“You’ve never thought she was the right girl for me.”“Because she’s NOT! Any of the other girls at church would be a better choice! Heck, Sasha would be a better choice!”“I don’t buy that for a second. You’re just bugged by how Russian you think Tasha is. But you haven’t gone to church in nearly two years, nor spent any time with Tasha. Maybe she’s NOT the right girl for me, but not.