When you know someone, you know how they're feeling, regardless of what they're showing."You're worried." I stated, looking away.Samantha was beautifu.... Long, ginger hair. Pale skin that could rival Snow white's. A thin figure, with C-cup breasts that verge on being too big compared to the rest of her body. I couldn't think those things. Not in a situation like this."It makes sense. I'm... i'm sorry I can't..." I trail, unsure what how to word my apology.Samantha is dying. The doctors give her. Gasping for air, I whine out, begging you to fuck me harder. It must have sent you over your own edge, because you join me moments later. It causes another orgasm to ripple through me, slamming through my entire body. I arch higher, yelping out, hearing you, and watching you come with me. Your seed sprays all over your chest, shooting up high and landing down on you. Slowly stroking ourselves still, we come down from our high. I’m groping my breasts, slowly grinding against the bed. I watch. .. they were... they were somethingTyler refused to acknowledge. Not now. Not before he had a chance totalk to Jackson. He sprinted through the foyer towards the elevatorsin the middle, nearly kicking off both of his loosening shoes in theprocess. He mashed the down button and tried his best not to look athimself in the polished, reflective chrome surface of the elevatordoors. He couldn't help it, though. He glanced, and then he stared,and he didn't recognize what he saw.The elevator bell. ’ ‘Christ! Stop it!’ Belle giggled. I pushed my hand further up Sally’s thigh, to her crotch. Carrie was staring at me, her foot brushed against mine. It had to be hers. Ah, that was it. Contact. I felt Sally’s warmth, and spared her a look. She smiled, finishing her Malibu. ‘Last call!’ the bartender called out, as if it were a tornado warning, his voice careening through the bar, infiltrating the little corners, resounding off of the dirt and smoke caked walls. And we drank. One more, a.