“Oh shit! Oh shit!” he gasps, overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm. Amused by the violence of her partner’s climax, Judy lets out a little...giggle. “I bet you’d like to do that again!” she purrs as the stud lets out another loud gasp. “Oh fuck, yeah!” Aaron groans, as his ejaculation finally expends itself. He collapses onto the bed in a sweat saturated heap and Judy snuggles up next to him. “You made me orgasm so many times! And I never fake an orgasm!” she assures him. “That was so. Going to touch your sides. And it won’t be weird! And I’m not aperv!” he quickly interrupted whatever condescending objection Marissa was about to throw at him. Her impatience reaching the breaking point, the preppy girl kept tilting her head from side to side but, at this stage, the movement of her head was irrelevant.Korbin allowed himself a final sigh of relief. He checked that the door to his science basement was closed. It was lined with spiky insulating foam (not the perfect soundproofing. Dammit, we had no effective way to shoot at the looters who were playing hell with the town. We had to do something about that!There were spare parts for five more scorpions stored inside the fort. A short section of the firing platform behind the outer wall had been completed, so Hippolyte and I decided to assemble the five scorpions on the completed firing platform and use them to harass the looters. Maybe that would draw some of the invaders back into the fields of fire from the roof-mounted. "Visit red kangaroo. Learn my name." Your name is Patrick. Patrick Scott Hollister." No. Real name." You've got it wrong," I said. "He wants to visit the nungungi; he was a Red Kangaroo at Jacky's wedding. Am I right, Patrick?" Yes. And I learn my name." Do you have any idea?" I asked."Bilbie? Goanna? Emu? I don't know. Nungungi know. He tell Patrick." That's beyond me," Weena said."It makes sense. You know, I've read that in many cultures children weren't given names until they were around.