They renewed their petting with a heightened sense of urgency as the car bounced along. Susan's hand was now roughly lurching up and down Anthony's ju...ting manhood while his fingers wildly slashed in and out of her weeping gash. She could feel herself growing feverish with desire for the real thing as Anthony's fingers slithered in and out of her. As if it would compensate for absence of his cock inside her, she roughly beat his meat with her hand. As she did, she could feel his breath coming. . the tower falling, Julie, the terror of her last seconds, for her and for him ... Shae's quiet voice, saying "Come on, Dave, it's over now; it's just a nightmare" ... her arm around him ... the terror, the sorrow ... the comfort...It was still dark in the windowless little room when he came to consciousness, only slowly becoming aware of an arm still around him, being held close to a sweat-shirted chest still wet with his tears ... not Julie, but Shae. It felt wrong, in a way; it should have. That means you slept like a rock." I hoped out loud."I didn't hear or feel a thing until this morning, you horny devil." Wendy said as she smiled at me with that look that meant I had lit a spark in her with my roaming hands a minute ago.Just then Lana walked into the kitchen in a large fluffy pink robe with a towel wrapped around her wet head. "Good morning," she beamed, "Who's next for the shower?"I didn't know what to do; I didn't want to look her in the face for fear the truth would come. I swallowed again. “Please stop it, Hunter. Please don’t.” The words said one thing, but mouth said another - it was open and eager. “Please.” Hunter ignored my plea and obliged my need by peeing again. The pleasure between my legs spiked suddenly as I rubbed hard and fast while doing the dirtiest thing imaginable. Focusing on my pleasure, I no longer cared if Hunter saw. “Oh fuck!” I became a spluttering prisoner of an orgasmic bubble radiating out from between my legs. Only Hunter’s black.