She must have seen the monitor on my desktop as she turned. ‘Oh shit,’ Lizzy grabbed the mouse and pulled up the video of the reactor control roo.... Or rather what was left of it. The wall behind the console was covered with lights blinking red. I quickly explained the situation. There had been an explosion of some sort in the control room. The reactor was going critical and would blow in less than an hour. To do anything about it we would need to be the other side of the control room door. So we met in a very crowded train station. We knew that we were going to fuck on our first meet. We had already cum together so many times, on cam, on the phone; we just needed to cum together in the same place. At the same time.I got off the train and I saw him first. Lurking by the information stand wearing what he said he would be. He looked like a football hooligan. Baseball cap and stone island jacket. All in black. I was wearing what I told him I would be. Heels, fishnets, my sluttiest. ”“Yeah, suddenly pushing a broom at the feed mill is looking a whole lot better,” I agreed. That night I wrote a pair of letters, one to Kelly and one to my folks, and marked the envelopes ‘Send in the event of my death’ and propped them up on a little table next to where I kept my chimp box.The guys from the Second Cav stuck around for a day, just long enough to show us the sights, which were limited, and Camp Custer, which was pretty minimal as well. It was basically a two-story building off. My ding-a-ling just barely touches 7 inches when you measure it from the very root, after I've taken one of those marvelously wonderful modern pharmaceuticals, and when I have the wind at my back. I mean I don't have anything to brag about. AND she'd taken me completely by surprise. In other words, it wasn't a big thing for her to swallow me whole. But it felt WONDERFUL! Blow jobs are one of the greatest joys any male could ever experience! And she was GOOD at it! I soon grew in her mouth.