We both felt that the head of my long and hard dick hit the back wall of her deep vagina, her cervix consume the tip. I grabbed her boobs in my hands ...nd massaged them in time with the rhythm of my penetration. She took in every bit of my hardness, the lips of her pussy reaching out for my balls. She felt her wonder walls quiver and spasm as her pussy got wetter and hotter. I was continuing pushing in and pulling out my cock in of her fully, as my hunger enveloped her. She could feel my hot rod. ” I think we’ve maxed out the blush. His heart is pounding, and it is mostly fear, but it also has him turned on a tiny bit.“So anyone who searches for me could find that?”“No, probably not. It’s indexed under me and tagged to prevent third-party face recognition or voice transcription. So it’s out there, and you need to be prepared for people who look for it to find it. But people probably aren’t going to stumble on it.”“Wow. I knew you streamed, but I hadn’t put it all together.”“You know. They will need clothes. They will need hope; but the thing they will need the most of all is love. They will need to be shown that there are still people here who are willing to help them; that all is not lost. I need you to be those people. I need you to take in those who have lost everything. Give them food. Give them shelter. Give them clothes. But most of all give them love. Love and hope for a better way of living, where we look after our neighbours when they need it. You never know, one. I could not help but see her tits straining her tight shirt, and it was clear she was not wearing a bra. She looked sexy and knew it. This was not the way she usually dressed for work. Normally, she dressed in loose paisley peasant skirts, blouses and generally more conservatively. Tonight, she was dressing to seduce me, perhaps living in one of her secret fantasies. I looked down at my poetry then at her as she took a seat at a table near the front but off to the side. Our eyes met as she.