The feeling began in my balls that there was no stopping us now. My cock swelled up until I thought it would burst, becoming harder and harder. Then...I felt the flood begin to move its way up my shaft and my world contracted until I was nothing but my penis, thrusting and trying to bury myself in the folds of her cunt. I cried out as the sperm spurted out of me, hot and sticky and suddenly we were even slicker than before, moving as hard as we could grind our pelvises together. Again and. Do try tosurvive as long as you can possibly manage, won't you?. I wouldtruly hate for your suffering to end too quickly."With that, Moriarty quietly shut the door, and disappeared intothe bustle of London.Chapter 4: The Hunt BeginsFor uncounted minutes, Sherlock Holmes simply stood there, alonewith his tears, clad in his too-long dressing gown and gripped bythe rage that he'd failed to completely suppress when Moriartyhad been present. *I am NOT - I WILL NOT be - merely anemotionally. I missed her so much it hurt. But her bus took her away, and Randy finally left, walking by himself now that we weren't friends anymore."We'll go upstairs again," Mrs. Collins decided, taking my jacket as I kicked off my shoes.She wore pink sweatpants and a t-shirt, which surprised me a lot less than seeing her in a skirt the night before. She'd obviously brushed her hair though, and she'd put on a little makeup, too. Mrs. Collins had put on the same reddish brown lipstick and it looked nice. I pulled off my shirt and Lori dropped to her knees and took off my belt, before pulling down my shorts and boxers. Lori tilted her head to one side. "You're so much bigger than my..." "No!" I cut her off. "No more talk about him!" I grabbed Lori under the arms and picked her up to her feet. She scooted to the center of the bed and said, "Let's do this." I got on the bed and mounted her beautiful body. I aimed the tip of my cock at her entrance as Lori grabbed her panties and moved them to the.