Someone behind her warned that the paramedics were slow to reach this suburban area when sensory overload occurred. As if this were not enough, Carol...turned to the machine. It began flashing its streaming lights in a pelvic thrust pattern, slowly, teasingly, timed with increasing urges from the stimulators. The joystick flexed in her grasp. Carol moved slightly as the breast teasers gently coaxed her toward awareness of the steel coil that was winding up inside her. The machine was more. I passed Toff the 2500 that Ed paid for the shirt when I separated him from the pack and spoke with him in my office for a few minutes before everyone left for the night.Even at 7500, that shirt was impressive. I had not realized it until I tested it against a few ghouls by letting them hit me while I wore it a couple of times and came out mostly unscathed.I understood that my DR passive played some part in resisting their attacks, but, coupled with the shirt, their claws were mostly negated.. Every few orgasms, they'd switch positions, fucking in every position conceivable. While Samantha rode him, David watched her boobs jiggle. He wished they were bigger, but that train of thought was interrupted by another explosion of pleasure, as he blasted yet another load into her."This is an utter outrage!" Shouted the archangel Dorothea. "He cannot do this!" He can, and has," Amia told them bluntly. The archangels had gathered for a meeting, where Amia had broken the news to them all."So. And if you're of such a mind, you get to experience them personally.I chose to be an observer, much to Aunt Jen's relief when I moved in with her. I observed, right up to the time I observed somebody moving into that vacant apartment. The Day. Now I'm playing the game with new rules, off the field, on my own. And it's NOT a game."You're thinking again, aren't you?" Aunt Jen said."Just where we are in our lives and how we got here." Quite a ride you're having, Kimmy," she said."Yeah, it is," I.