It's eating away atme. I need it. And you are the key to finding it," he said."Then let Jessica go," I reasoned. "You've got me now. I don't knowwhere...it is but we can find it, together."I slowly approached him and gently held his left hand, stroking it. Ithought I saw a glimpse of the old Richie in his eyes as he dropped themachete from his right.This was my chance.I yanked his left arm out with my left hand and pushed his elbow withthe palm of my right. I don't know if I had broken his arm. So big, so firm, so warm and manly and exciting. I found his taste oddly delicious and incredibly addictive. I eagerly tried to take more of his beautiful dick into my mouth and strained my out stretched lips against his head and tasted more of his delicious leaking, sweet pre cum. He held my head and softly and slowly moved his hips back and forth, as if fucking my mouth, as if making love to it. His breathing quicken and his body trembled. I loved having this effect on him. “Awww” he said. I really had no problem with the police since they seemed for the most part unbiased referees of a never-ending struggle that might take another century to resolve. There were signs that the decadent societies were tiring of the conflict and that meant all we had to do was to survive and be “The last ones standing” when the dust had settled down.The destruction of the computer center had set the enemy back at least a year and we all appeared to be outside the scope of the investigation despite. Would it hurt stretching me? I practised by pushing three fingers into me, but couldn’t get them past my middle knuckles. How to get them to both fuck me was the dilemma. I wasn’t sure they would with the other present. My problem was unexpectedly solved when my boyfriend came down with tonsillitis and was confined to several days’ bed rest for recovery. I found out when I went over one morning and his mother directed me to his room. I sympathised with him and left because he was.