"Tell me Lydia! You want it to touch you, but where? Where shall it touch you? Think Lydia! Tell my special hand where to touch you to make you explod...!" Oh yes! Touch me!" Where, Lydia? Where do you want my special hand to touch you? You want to explode! You're ready for it, right Lydia? I don't want you to be disappointed! You have to be ready for my special hand or you will loose this great wonderful feeling!" I'm ready!" she said."Where do you want my special hand to touch you, Lydia?. ”“Yes?” I asked.“Yes, they will and yes I could. But it’s unprecedented, David!”“Cass, this planet was going under due to some long term, if well-hidden, corruption that had turned their loyalty to Amantil into apathy as they thought she either approved or didn’t care. I’ve just turned that around. Now all we need is for the investigation to find something, or Amantil to turn up personally to sort it. In the meantime we just need to survive, because I don’t think it will take long and trouble. He was still jerking back and forth and thrust one more time to ensure he was solidly inside me, the action swinging his heavy ball sack forward and under, until it slapped hard against my clit, sending me off for one final time as my pussy started leaking his hot doggy cum down my legs.Then I had to grab harder at the sofa, as he turned around, and decided he wanted to go back the corner I had sent him. I yelled out “stay” and thankfully he stopped, his knot still embedded inside me. We stayed. I don’t feel like scoping the hick chicks hanging at the In-and-Out parking lot. Bars are the best bet, or hookers… Or if we could get some coke…but, after last time, I don’t know man.’ ‘Yeah I know, last time was a fucking nightmare… What the fuck to do.’ Teddy started rolling another joint. ‘Dude! Let’s have a party here, tonight. Fuck it!’ Teddy’s eyes widened. ‘Your dad will shit.’ ‘I’m twenty, I don’t have a job, and I’m not in college… My dad shits everyday man. What’s one more shit? I.