“Yes, I do,” I finally answered.“I know I’m not as tight,” she said, looking away as if she had suddenly gotten shy.“No, but you’re clos.... Especially this morning, for some reason, and I don’t know how to explain it, but you do feel better,” I told her.“Try.”“Try what?”“Try to explain,” she replied, looking back at me.She was still going incredibly slow up and down my throbbing fuck-spike. “Um, okay, well, you’re wetter, I guess that would be a good way to put it,” I told her.“You can do better. ”Daisy continued, “I’m sorry, hon, those times are long gone now. But ... you’ll think I’m silly, but if you happen to stop by the Library, I have a book here that I had brought with me and never returned. It’d mean a lot to me if you took it back for me. Oh, and I’m not the only ghoul here in Goodneighbor that was alive before the war. There’s one that lives in the Hotel Rexford, if you run into him.”I took the book from her. “I’ll take it back for you, Mrs. Underwood. Thanks again for. . . I cum on you. . . here. . . here. . .” and, with that, Scott blasted his second stream onto the peak of Carol’s hand-squeezed tit. A white, hot cream covered the mammary set, leaking down the smooth skin, like rivers from a mountain.“Ohhhhhh. . . yes. . . cum on my tits. . . ohhhhh. . son. . .” she cried.“Yummy!” exclaimed John, pulling her clit with his fingers. “Good work, buddy, the bimbo loves your cock!” he continued. “Go ahead! She has another puppy!” and a loudly laugh followed.. The next several minutes were happily spent pressing naked flesh to naked flesh. Twenty nude men and women filled the livingroom parading back and forth for my viewing pleasure! It had been a long time since I was treated to the feel of soft,moist pussy lips and hard cocks sliding along my dick shaft,or a man's cock grinding against me and rubbing our cockheads together! After such a wretched day,I was thankful and suprised at what a wonderful night this was turning out to be!Soon,the air was.