When we got late from returning, her husband would call and she'd then say she was with me and he was okay with that.Things were going so good when he... husband had to shift his work four states apart. It really came breaking down on us fiercely. It was a sad moment for both of us. Well then they shifted. Actually their being here at my place infact was a transfer from another place earlier. I was quite upset for a few days. I wouldn't pick up calls from her. Her husband would then call me up. I think it fair to say that by this point she was enjoying the hell out of being fisted, and I had not really begun.With the thumb fully encased in her twat, I found that I was in her up to my wrist. Fuck, it felt so decadently good.I made a fist. She screamed for the first time. I rested my head against her ass to keep my balance (and because I liked the feel of her flesh on my forehead) then I fucked her with my fist. I kept it slow; I didn't want to rip her.Sheila stopped screaming and began. Sarah shook her ass looked back at me and smiled. I went to the desk and grabbed the baseball. I pressed the ball against her open hole, already wet with her cum and lube. I was met with a little resistance, the ball turned a bit, but I pressed even harder this time. I heard her gasp as it dove inside.I inserted a few fingers and began to spin the ball inside of her. “Oh My God,” she cried, “that feels amazing!” Sarah reached back and grabbed her cheeks and spread them. I could see the white. I was standing inside the airlock. It was so real! Just moments ago, I was there! I could see the control room! Hear the hissing! Feel the heavy glass door in front of me! The airlock! Just moments ago! Just moments ago?Perhaps gas injection of the drugs causes an immediate sleep cycle. Possible I guess. But that doesn't seem right. Could that have happened? I would still be midway in the purge cycle of my first forced sleep when the building exploded. But I'm alive! But... Oh, I don't know....