‘AHHHHHHHHH!!!’ It roared from the back of his throat, starting loud and ending louder. His sack smacked against her juice-slick ass as he explode..., his legs beginning to buckle. ‘Hold me, hold me,’ Grace ordered, partly to make sure she received all of his creamy offering but also to ensure she could grind herself sufficiently to take her to a fourth climax. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and her heels into his back as she came again, not caring whether she drew blood or how much. We talked about my upbringing, my job as a bartender, my inability to get my bedframe assembled and my fondness for beer and tequila. I had largely isolated myself in my apartment since moving here and the human interaction was nice."If you want, I can come by tomorrow and help you with the bedframe," Javier said."Really? That would be great. Thank you so much. What should I pay you in? Tequila?" I laughed. It was the first time I had laughed in a while. "Absolutely!" he said."Want some now?". "God, if only I knew I was going to end up with a shattered body like this…" she sighed, "I'd have let you take hundreds."I laughed. "I don't think my potboiler would have been able to manage that," I joked, "I was close to bursting just doing these!"Sally giggled and looked at me. "You were, weren't you?" she chuckled. I looked at the photograph I took last and remembered my animal urges taking over."Sally, please don't feel ill towards me but..." Sally looked at me, astounded. "I'm sorry, but. Only Dubois had refused the attire, sporting his own hunting outfit that made him look like an off-brand Indiana Jones.They passed under the shadow of the forest canopy, shafts of green light piercing the leaves to give the terrain a spotty, patchwork feel. The going was harder here, the skeletal roots that held the trees aloft blocked their way, and they had to climb over them, the mud slippery and deep beneath their feet. Where was Dubois even taking them? He seemed confident, but they didn’t.