About then I thought about condoms. We used one last night but that had been the one I planned on using in the morning. I should have grabbed a handfu.... The way she'd gone on about missing mornings I'd kind of assumed that she must be clean, but that didn't follow at all. A woman that needy might have fucked anything that was going."That was so good," Andrea said. "So good. He's a treasure, isn't he."Who the hell was she talking to?As I wound down from my exertions I heard a sound behind me—. It was time to move, the bolt of light across the horizon was narrowing, sunset. At the least, he had been lying here at least a full day, for the ship had sunk at night, and night approached once more. He shifted his hips beneath him, biting back an unseemly roar of pain, and dared a glance at his right hand, expecting the worst. A large black dog licked amicably at his fingers. It spied him looking at it and paused in its ministrations. After a single blink and a relaxed yawn, the dog. It was Friday. The weekend was hers. She was going to enjoy it. Turning her back to the window she peeled off her shirt, throwing it onto the couch and walking into her bedroom removing her jean shorts slowly and putting them on the bed. Straightening back up she caught her reflection in the mirror. She ran her hands down her body. Her stomach flat and tight. She reached behind her slowly, letting the clasp of her bra free, still looking into the mirror. Smiling, as she was proud of the. Her hand stroked the shaft, and her lips lightly captured the business end of my plunger. She could tell, by the engorgement of said business end, that I was on the brink of firing, and as I did she took me from her lips and I loosed my volley all over her face, some of my deluge coating her forehead and hair."Well, John, I see it is some time since you last had a woman milk you of your essence. I hope the wait has been worthwhile." She wiped the excess fluid from her face with a 'kerchief and.