There was no response, although her skin was blisteringly hot to the touch as was only to be expected in the tremendous heat."What do we do?" asked Vi...ram anxiously."We can't just leave her here," said Sandhya adamantly."Perhaps she prefers being here," said Rao without conviction. "Wouldn't it be better to leave her? And why do you think she's here, anyway?" Maybe she has something to do with that weird orange cloud," said Dorothy."How did she even get here?" wondered Vikram. "I can't see any. It was night now, the full moon and stars bathing the slick stones of the yard in their pale light. In the center of the yard stood a large marble fountain. Michael waited for his eyes to adjust and make sense of its shapes. After a moment it came. It was a figure of two nudes, a man and a woman, seven feet high on a pedestal. They were clutching each other, the male with his hands wrapped around her waist, the female holding his shoulders. The detail of their faces was expert, their features. He put the guns on the gun rack above the door and quickly came over to me and kissed me again, this time a kiss of passion and longing. Just then the thunder roared outside and made the windows shake with fervor. My spine made me shiver and he held me closer to him and I gasped as I felt his erection through his pants. This made me soaking wet almost that instant. Only he could make me feel like this. I broke the kiss and began to undress him with experienced hands. He just stood there as I. This virgin buck must have a huge load. Atwood kept stroking and fondling. The black dick was at now at its maximum, swollen and throbbing. The slave was squirming but kept from pulling his anchored balls tighter. Atwood kept pumping and playing until the buck let out a startled cry, and tried to lift his crotch. The snare pulled tighter on his balls. He came at the same time, gushing and shooting. Gushing and shooting cum like it was milk pouring out of a cows tit. It flew everywhere, covering.