“I’m going to cum,” he said, raising his hips and pushing her down on him.“Mmmmm,” was her response as she felt his cock pulsate, firing his...sperm into her throat.“Oh god Heather, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he cried as he fired jet after jet into her.As much as she tried to swallow, she couldn’t take it all, some leaking down his shaft but as soon as his orgasm subsided she began cleaning all the way down to his balls.Once she was satisfied that she had cleaned up every last trace, she crawled. She was not fat, but she was thick. She had thick thighs and a nice bubbly butt. I had never seen her in a bikini. Her breasts were not big, but they fit her frame perfectly. I would assume a 38 C or D. Her abdomen was not fit and thin, but she still made my blanket raise a little.She smiled shyly as she stood at my door. I tried to think back if I had ever seen her tits, if I had, I didn’t remember, and I think I would have remembered hers. She stepped inside my room and left the door open.. Miles had already cleaned his fish so I didn't ask him to help. He had caught two trout close to nine or ten inches long. After the head, tail and fins were removed. The intestines had to be removed. With all his mistakes of an amateur filleting job, there was probably the amount of meat necessary to make a 1950's fish stick. Still it would go a long way to prevent starvation.Once dressed out I planned to sear the pieces of trout in my three inch deep frying pan. There was no oil to cook the. Try again,” said the voice. The words made me frown, but I decided to try again. “Okay, um… How about this? Someone short, with blonde hair. Nice and long. And big, blue eyes. And, you know, big tits. And a round ass. And… Could she have some nice, pouty lips?” But then I heard that same buzzing noise, and my eyes narrowed at the sound. Was my idea rejected again? “Sorry, but that de***********ion matches up with Michelle Michaels – a living person. Try again.” Holding in a grumble, I just.