"Oh yeah, don't worry about me," replied Emmy cheerfully. "It's mostly stopped bleeding," she said, gently tapping the bandages around her belly with...her free hand."You won't believe this," continued Emmy unbidden, "These guys know way more about healing than we do. I got my innards slashed up pretty good and thought I was a goner, but some old hag was able to stitch them back together. It was really fascinating to watch!" Breathlessly, Emmy went on to tell the whole story about her fight,. ." she groaned againA few minutes passed of mutual groaning and the occasional insult thrown at me, and I began to fill the heat build in that great way. This was a problem though as she had not cum yet, well, I had not been told she had cum yet, although she had fucked herself faster with the dildo, and made a lot more noise, but she had slowed since then, and was just continuously groaning. I slowed my wank down just in case."What is it sore?" she asked."No Princess, I just dont want to cum. Harder. YEEEEEEEES!”I was sweating now and it was dripping down on Miss Miller. Her legs would sometimes be flailing in the air, sometimes wrapped around my waist.Miss Miller began to gasp and pant.“Oh, James. I’m going to cum. Fuck me. Fuuuuuck me. Oh God. I’m cumming. Fuuuuuuuuck.”I could feel Miss Miller’s cunt squeezing my dick as she came and it got me going, too.“Oh, Miss Miller. I’m going to cum, too.”“Yes, James. Cum in my cunt. Fill me up with your cum. Do it James. Cum for me.”My cock. Her body was fit from years of playing sports, but still very feminine at the same time.I watched as she walked across the deck to the door leading into the house. The sounds of the door opening and Christine's footsteps across the rooms downstairs carried up to my perch by the window in the bathroom. Soon she reappeared on the deck with a bottle of suntan lotion, a beach towel, and a book. She was now barefoot, but still wore her running shorts and t-shirt. Her hair was tied back in a pony.