..J knew what M was doing, but played it off. He climbed up to the top bunk grabbed a dirty mag and M could hear him flipping through the pages. Eve...y now and again, the flipping stopped and M heard nothing. His cock was rock hard and he really wanted to touch J. "Check this out," J said from the top bunk."What?" M asked"Give me your hand, you have to see this."M slid his arm up to the top bunk and let it wander around a bit, it came to rest on J's cock, J let out a little groan."Is that. I bent my knees to keep the proper angle as my orgasm began. I have no idea whether anything exited my urethra, but it still felt spectacular as I fell onto Jackie's back, while panting like a mad man. I pulled her up on her side as I spooned her with my shrinking cock still in her leaking womb.We snuggled and kissed for a few more minutes, and then she said, "Alright, let's get in the shower before I make you lick me some more."I squeezed her tight and replied, "You know I will. Are you. I have to do this alone.” Heather ended in a whisper, Marek could hear the shake in her voice.“No! You’re not going alone.” Marek stated, “what would happen if you couldn’t find your way back?” Marek kissed Heather and rested his forehead against hers. “We don’t know the rules to this love, you’ve come away from where you died and now your going to leave me to go see this bitch. I, I just worry I could lose you.”Heather was quiet for several minutes before she replied.“Marek, there is one way. You know what I think it is? I simply think that it has become fashionable to hate America. It’s been fashionable for a while now. They say we’re corrupt, they say we’re heathens, they say we’re ungodly. And they have a point to a degree. But do they have the right to assert their moral rationale on us? I should think not. I believe another factor is the underdog syndrome. No one likes to see the New York Yankees win the World Series every year. (Well, I must confess — I do, because I happen to.