Three days later no one had heard from Campbell, but his program was almost up and running."Should we call him?" Miriam asked. Even though she had bee... there for a few months, she was still the "new girl." Nah," one of the others snorted. "He'll be back in a few days. We usually slip out early and goof off a bunch. Think of it as comp time for the seventy-two hour marathon that's coming the next time he gets an inspiration."The rest of the group went back to loafing. The men tried to flirt with. One night I got exceptionally horny and came across this old ragged shirt. This shirt was perfect. I came on that shirt hundreds of times. Sometimes after shooting my load on that old shirt I would bring the shirt up to my face and take a deep breath. I loved the smell my cum. If I was feeling extra naughty I would stick the part of the shirt I just came on in my mouth and jerk off again. I would shoot an even bigger load while sucking the cum out of my shirt. I loved that shirt. . ‘I want to, David,’ she said, unbuckling his jeans. ‘I want this! I want your last days to be as happy as possible. Don’t deny yourself. If you love me, don’t.’ She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down and took hold of his rock hard penis just like she’d seen in movies. ‘Erica… Oh, God… don’t…’ he pleaded. But he did not try to stop her. After a few pumps, he groaned. ‘Damn!’ she exclaimed and ran out of the bedroom. She retrieved the bottle of lubricant in the robe’s pocket. Ralph had taken hold of both my shoulders from the back and I was standing on my tip toes with my butt poked out and my spine indented. Ralph knew what he was doing and slowly worked his dick into my butt. Soon my hand was bumping against my buttocks and Ralph was moving more and more freely. I knew that with each bump of my hand that a little more and more of this enormous fuck tool was entering my stretched fuck hole. Just as I was about to tell Ralph not to go any farther, my inner anal.