"When's the soup coming?" It'll be here soon," said Roland. "There's a stew today as well. All vegetarian, I'm afraid. Meat's far too expensive." It's...not proper meat anyway," said a thin woman who was probably in her fifties, but whose grey hair was already falling out in clumps from a combination of malnutrition and the ravages of a life spent evading life's little problems through drugs. "You wouldn't want to eat what they call meat these days. It's fucking diseased. It's like Frankenstein. Betty had suffered very little pain. She guessed that she'd had a very thin piece of worthless skin. Or else she'd already punctured it with her fingers. That first fucking session had been a wondrous experience. When he'd blasted off and she'd felt his jism spurting and flooding her hot cunt, she'd had a series of blissful orgasms and the delightful pleasure had gone on and on.A few seconds after Betty had stopped talking she laughed and said, "So that's the way I lost my cherry!"Stacy didn't. Then turned to the guys “I’m sorry guys ... but I don’t wanna get hit 30 times in the balls ... I just have to barely hold on though so we will just close our eyes and I’ll try to cum fast” Ben and Chuck nodded “Don’t worry dude ... we can’t blame you for picking that one” Jeremy looked at Cheyenne (of course!). “I choose you” he said as he sat on the couch so she could kneel between his legs. Chuck and Ben stood to either side so Jeremy could loosely hold them once Cheyenne started.Cheyenne. Beginning Tuesday, they went to work in one car. Laura sat close beside her lover. At traffic lights they held hands and kissed as teenagers do. At work they appeared professional, although Laura’s fellow secretaries sensed something was going on between boss and worker. Wednesday morning was the day UPS delivered three boxes; two of her fellow workers insisted on taking her with them to lunch. Dan developed a pattern too. In his office he was an efficient robot, an automaton. Perfect work left.