The cross’s warped metal frame still held several jagged shards of red glass and the tangle of rusted wires that had once lit it from the inside. Ba...k before the Rupture there had been stainless steel letters embedded next to the cross, proudly declaring that the building had been the East River General Hospital and Trauma Center. Those letters had long since been ripped away by the weather, so long ago that even their faded imprints had been washed away to blend in with the rest of the dirt. Part of Sarah knew she should be fighting back, but the now larger part simply lay there and took it, thinking her torturer would be cumming in her soon.The wave was there, I could feel the orgasm on me. With a final good stroke I whipped myself out, and stood up. I cupped this total MILF’s chin in my hand and she obediently opened her mouth. With a final hand pump and a grunt, I shot two good ropes of ejaculate into her mouth, some of it hitting her chin. I got some more in her mouth, but the. The bundle of her letters—same fate. Then the mix tapes, the cutesy stuffed animal, and all of the other gifts in obvious sight. Thinking about gifts got me rummaging through drawers for the Shakespeare Festival and concert t-shirts. Concerts triggered other memories and I walked back into the front room and stared at the poster on the wall.It was the Melissa Etheridge poster that I'd bought at the concert Alicia and I had attended in Denver in '89. Alicia had practically attacked me in the car. He unloaded another load of sperm in my mouth as Fred flooded my vagina. I was dripping at both ends. I licked Joe clean not minding where Joe's cock had just been, then cleaned up Fred. They thanked me for the sex. I told them that I wanted to go again.Fred said, "Ma'am, if you want more I'll have to take you to the pool hall. I'm just not ready for any more fucking now."Without thinking about my situation I said, "Anything you say, Fred."As I got dressed I was amazed at how wonderful I felt..