Harold was still holding me tight when he shuddered. His cock spent of all his cum. My pussy soaked with his sperm, sperm swimming for an egg to ferti...ize. Harold wasn't letting go of me. We were still locked together when I felt his cock throb again.“Could he be cumming again?”That wasn't to be, he was done. I would have to wait for him to let go of me.Brett was still watching when fifteen minutes later, Harold pulled his now semi-limp cock from my pussy. A flood of cum and juices flooded out. It was bliss, lapping at her slot of life, his tongue lavishing itself on the copious discharge of lubricant she was unable to control. He revelled in it, that taste, that smell, that feeling, her clit slippery now as it rubbed on his tongue, she whispered “come,” and released him , he bouncing up onto the poolside as she stood then hand in hand they walked to the lounger, their costumes forgotten, her breast jiggling as she walked dragging him by his hand his tool stiff and swaying with every. ‘Not falling for that one.’ A gruff well built man in protective gear said, ‘Could be a trap.’ and the SWAT team waited and discussed the best way to do the swoop for another hour. * Katrina lay on the hospital bed, the saline drip in her arm, her wounds tended to, and pumped full of pain killers, a Policewoman at her side. ‘Please can you find out for me how he is?’ Looking down at the young girl, her black hair spread around her pale face, eyes red rimmed from crying, she tried to re assure. And the worst thing? It didn’t work.The cuffs around my wrists barely registered to me after that.“Let’s walk,” the guard said, clapping my shoulder.“You sure the visitor is for me?” I asked the guard as we walked along the corridor of cellblock 13-alpha.“Yes. The warden’s office knows what they’re doing.”“Uh-huh.”I wasn’t so sure about that. In the last month alone, the TLA terrorists locked up alongside us had tried to take over the prison twice, with frightening efficiency. They even killed.