I was almost doing the same, as Tia’s fervent working of my tits had given me constantly ramping waves of joy breaking over me with each deep full f...om my hard nipple. I used my other hand to finger my own sopping wet cunt. As I climbed higher and higher, my thrusting of the dildo into Tia became faster and harder and Tia in turn sucked deeper and squeezed tighter in one ever increasing cycle. I broke first, my orgasm hittinng me with a strength no other had in my sexual career. Milk gushed. ‘Sorry, Skulls.’ Oh, fuck no. She is not getting away with apologizing a million times for a nightmare she didn’t ask to have. I slip my hand under her chin and make her look at me. ‘No.’ ‘Huh?’ She looks at me, confused again. ‘You. Are Not. Allowed. To be. Sorry.’ I lean my face closer. ‘You. Are. Fucking. Perfect.’ The tears are back in her eyes. Damnit…I’m fucking this up… ‘Shit, Franks…’ She’s shaking her head at me. Fuck it. I kiss her. I just want her to stop crying…and then I feel her. He told me he had no love to give any longer only despair.Keith squeezed my hand tightly as he said, ”I returned that night for you, Kate.””But why Keith, why me?” I asked him.Keith walked over to his war wall and opened a drawer. He walked back to me handing me a photo. The photo was sort of crumbled and rough around the edges with dark red spots that looked like dried blood. That photo was of him and me standing at my bar. Keith in his uniform and me in my pirate's outfit. Keith asked me if I. It was my cue to do the same to Anna, who was responsive to my fingers down her panties and hungrily kissed me with her tongue. Licking the inside of my lips in circular motion to suggest to me what she wanted me to do to her pussy lips. Or, at least, that is what I thought it meant. She led me upstairs and I fingered her as we slowly went up, enjoying every rise in the stairs - discovering my the third or fourth stair that she was nice and hairy and wet. So this was it, I thought. I'd be.