I had a hard time keeping my cock in Rich’s ass as my two lovers writhed and shook beneath me, but I slammed it home and held on for dear life. “S...it, I’m cumming!” Rich cried. “Take it all you slut. I’m gonna fill you up. Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh God that’s good.” “Yes, yes, yessss,” Sandy hissed this last like a steam radiator. Her whole body flushed and her orgasm caused her to alternately spasm and shake. She had her head thrown back and was pulling her nipples against Rich’s vice-like grip,. Then I rushedto the side door, eager to be inside. When I reached the bedroom my wifewas in one of her revealing nighties that showed off her full figure, andMax had on only his boxer shorts.Arianna said, "Strip down, Tiny Tim. You have to put on what we got foryou." Please," I said in a faint voice. "If we could just talk. I know youhave physical urges, dear, but this just isn't right."Like a flash, the same way as he did in his jock days, Max shot across theroom and slammed into me,. The blade never came; it was only Noah’s illusionary arm. His real arm swung from the opposite side, slashing the bandit across the stomach.He staggered back, cursing in pain and trying to understand what just happened. Noah closed in, and the bandit tried to open some space with a mighty cleave. Noah blocked with his sword; at least, that’s what the bandit saw. But, in truth, he had blocked with his shield, allowing him to slash the bandit across the wrist without him even seeing the attack. He simply lost his will when he couldn’t die. The aides come in and move him around in his bed, turning him, checking his statistics, cleaning his body, and monitoring the tubes that run from his body to the various machines that keep him, what the lawyers call, alive. The care for him, but not really care about him, they just care about the paychecks his money helps them earn. They don’t care about who is or who he was, or how he feels, they just feed and water him. And so, Robert Miller’s.