Inevitably, I began to climax, the starting shudders in my loins rippling outwards through me and into the world, each one more potent and pleasurable...than the last. He just kept fucking me, so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he was oblivious to mine. That was fine, but for the fact that, after the first three orgasms or so, I was near the point of collapse, my body sheened with sweat, my thighs, back, arms and shoulders feeling sore and fatigued. I moaned, the huge, heavy dog still on top. With his other hand he slides his fingers along the waist band of her jeans, he unzips them and runs his fingers lightly over her panties letting them dance on her covered flesh. She unzips his jeans and slides her hand inside and runs her fingers over his cock before releasing it through the zipper. He growls and brings his hand out of her jeans and spins her round to face him, his hand still toying with her nipple as he pulls her closely to him. She moans as she feels his cock tip rub against. Make it go away. Make it go away."Leslie. Leslie. LESLIE!"I dropped my hands. That was Mom's voice. But she was in the house with Sam. I looked over at the house and heard her again. Over near the car. Where I didn't want to look."It's Wes. We've got to help him. Run in the house and get the quilt and a pillow off the couch."I forced my body to move. I got the items she wanted and brought them out. I went over to the car.Wes was all twisted and mangled. I could see a pool of blood underneath. " Functions. Responses," Flutesnoot said."Functions and responses, yes. And ... well, I've linked them to my computer though a plug-in antenna — there are no wires — and, uh ... the idea is, that ... well ... a person puts the helmet on, and, uh, the things..." E-lec-trodes!" Electrodes, yes ... send gentle pulses to the brain."Betty put her hand over her mouth, hiding a sympathetic giggle. The poor thing was just so horny."And what to these gentle pulses do?" Flutesnoot asked."Well, anything,".