The Master started ramming Claire with all his strength. “I’m CUMMING!” Claire moaned. Her hips were thrusting in in unison with the Master’s,...and it wasn’t a second later that Claire heard his loud moans over her own and she felt his hot sperm coating her insides.“Oh, YES!” she screamed. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH, MASTER, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. FUCK ME HARDER. DON’T EVER STOP. I LOVE YOU. OH, FUUUUCK!”Susanna and Stella moved away from the other two as they were caught in the hardest orgasm they’d. .. " No, but thanks anyway, Charles. I don't want to take up your time with it. I'm sorry I even bothered you about it." I see," he said. "Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. Samantha, you know how to contact me, don't you?" Certainly, Charles. How could I forget?" Well, just in case we don't get a chance to say good bye later, good luck Tim. I hope everything works out," the Inquisitor said holding his large hand out to me.Like a traitor, my hand took his and shook, and my. She slid a finger along her cunt lips, she was so wet, her lips glistening, her hair matted, her lips swollen and all with that lovely squelching sound.They continued to stare at each other, slightly lost in this erotic moment. I seemed to be in the background, not there other than to be wanking his cock, a tool rather than a participant. Boy was I happen to help.Paul began to moan and to twitch. I squeezed his balls and stroked him with a harder grip. Alice was driving a finger into her cunt. I fell asleep conflicted. Stan and Hank visited me that night, in a dream. They were both active, and alive, and vital. I had never been in the location where we three met. It was high in a building, with a large balcony, and a view of the Pacific, with La Jolla a few blocks away. Stan and Hank were telling me that even though their lives were over, mine was not. Hank told me I had a lot of living yet to do. Stan had said the same thing 45 years before, the first time we thought he was going to.