.. wet. This feeling soon distracted me. I... This must be a dream. My eyes fluttered open through the usually tired fog and what welcomed me was a si...ht I'll never forget. My bedding was wet, completely soaked through. It was only after lifting the duvet that I discovered why... far from any other abnormal situation, the sodden mass of linen was awash with cum."Shit, shit, shit, shit... shhhit!" I leapt out of the sticky mess, my dick, balls, and thighs were matted in cum. My hard cock was. Just do it yourself, he said. Easier said than done! The amount of reflexes a person had, Kindred included, to not harm the self, was high. Very high. Every instinct she had told her she shouldn’t be ripping off, or out, her own body parts. But it was in that darkness of pain and blood and the beast where the insanity Jacob demonstrated existed.She remembered a story of Odin, Norse mythology, and how the god gouged out one of his eyes, in pursuit of knowledge. This shit was right up that. "An old friend," I reassure her. She's not quite tracking mentally, and decides to accept my words. Then her eyes water up and her lower lip begins to tremble, but she does not cry."Really?" she asks, "I don't have many friends." Really," I reassure her. "And right now, it looks like you need a friend."With that, the tears start and I pull her into my arms as she begins to sob. I rub her back as she pours her sadness across my shoulder. Eventually she calms and starts to talk."Last week," she. I finally heard him start to moan. He said he was going to come. My wife quickly took her mouth off his cock and started to jerk him off two handed. When he exploded his cum splashed her neck, her leather encased tits and stomach. For her efforts thick ropes of his sperm clung to her breasts. He kept spurting for what seemed like minutes and she kept jerking him until she had milked him clean. "Now remember, nothing to anybody."Laughing he said sure. "Excuse me I have to use the bathroom." he.