"You're right, you're absolutely fucking right, Mr. Hobbes" said Henry."With Gretchen out there, they'd have won, going away. But without her ...she r...ally stuck in the knife and twisted it on that last shot. Fuckingamazin'." Agreed Henry ... fucking amazin'."Nothing is going to be accomplished tonight, though I need to reviewthat video. Sports bore me but there could be some new informationburied in there somewhere. Right now, it is best to break this up."I'm so happy that everything worked. Over and over she repeated this impaling. As she continued this motion, I would look down at my cock and see its length withdraw all the way out so the head was showing, then watch it plunge back to the depths of her pussy, totally up to the abdomen. As she continued to ram my cock into her hole, I was nearing orgasm. I started to shutter and as she screamed once more and let out a guttural sound like I hadn’t heard before. She thrust herself on me as I shot a spurting rope of cum deep. I almost passed out from the intensity as my first blast splattered onto the wall above the porcelain. I opened my eyes to see the next spurt shoot even higher, and then the slightly less intense little spurts, becoming less viscous, landing in the porcelain trough, mingling with the green and blue cubes. I removed my companion's hand from my still fully hard cock, and concentrated solely on his own member now. I decided to return the favour of his amazing super powered hand-job, by quickly. Occasionally a woman would reach over and fondle her, pushing a finger quietly and roughly into her as she poured tea. It hurt but she knew what would come after morning tea would be much rougher. It was like this every Sunday and, she thought to herself, at least her body was plump and round enough to want to touch. She allowed herself a small smile as yet another hand entered, this time a ringed older woman’s finger in each hole, holding her in place and rocking her gently.Part 4.That night.