Fill me with your come."So many thoughts were running through my mind as I got closer to coming. I tried holding off my orgasm, knowing as soon as I c...me, I would be tasting my come for the first time. And I knew I would not be wanting to after I came. But the feel of her wet pussy sliding on my cock made me realize there was no way I would be able to not come. I groaned, "Oh, shit.", as I felt the first spurt shoot from the end of my cock, followed by more spasms as I dumped my come into. The attacks were obviously coordinated to some extent, but it wasn’t a precise thing. The twenty-one creatures had appeared over four weeks time, and the lack of new sightings over the past two weeks had everyone hoping that no more were coming.He shook his head to clear the extraneous thoughts, then looked over the western horizon just in case Bravo showed up. Of course, he’d be screwed if the thing ever got close enough to see with the naked eye. (That wasn’t strictly true, depending on. After all, not everybody is a season-ticket holder, guaranteed a shot at witnessing post-season glory.That's OK. Maybe next year, those fans could follow us up to Yankee Stadium, watch us play a game or two up there. Nice park, Yankee Stadium. Good, solid third-place club, those Yanks.It would have been kind of neat if Game Six had turned out to be a masterpiece. I'd like to have felt the tension while Sam Bailey worked into the seventh inning without having given up a hit. Or I would have. Although he knew she wanted to flee, he didn't let go.Instead, he continued to stare into her eyes. In a bemused tone of voice he murmured, "They're right, too. You're exactly like Hank! My God!" he exclaimed, "I never would have believed it. We always thought that Hank and Sam were like peas in a pod, but compared to you, Sam's not even close."While he continued to look into her eyes he said, "Kris, could you go and hit some balls or something?" You want me to get lost, is that it?" she said.