"Huh. You know, I have no idea. It basically felt like one endless orgasm for me. From time to time I'd play with my clit a little bit; I guess that's...when I was screaming and cumming most obviously. But I don't know. It was just one endless high. Even when he was taking his breaks between performances, that's when I'd play with myself a lot more, so there were no breaks for me."She suddenly spoke with great exasperation. "You know what's really frustrating?" What's that?" That I only have two. Sleeping. Yeah ... hard points so we can hang the magnetometer under the fuselage or wing ... and drop tanks ... extra gas.Think you could get us an attack model?" You want machine-guns?" Sure ... why not?" Why?" Just in case." Well, you should tell the cops about the other staircase ... before one of them falls." The place is posted ... it's their own fault."Daddy hollered down the staircase, "I'm an officer of the court. You could be seriously hurt using that stairway."One of the more portly. He loved the primal sounds of their coupling, he enjoyed her firm, round light brown ass, and her large womanly hips. This woman was made to have babies; HIS babies. He loved how he had been able to claim this woman as another one of his mothers to be.With this, Brad began to pick up the pace, and as he felt Priya’s second orgasm come on, he let loose, and ejaculated so much cum in her, that some began to seep out of her and drip on to her panties. Brad groaned with pleasure as he seeded this. If she'd yelled at him, screamed, called him a liar and an asshole, at least he'd have known there was some heat there, something left of the fire he'd felt with her. But she gave him nothing. She'd even called him 'Dr. Little,' at the end. That had hurt him worse than if she'd drawn her gun and shot him through the guts. And without a second look, she'd turned on her heel and walked out of his life.He poured the latest in a long line of bourbons and sucked it down, wishing the burn in his.