crisis—also my dick needs serious medical intervention.
Fergi closes the door and looks at me. “What do you think we should do?”
I should stuff my cock down your gullet, and you pretend to be a seagull trying to scarf down an entire fish.
“I have no clue,” I tell her, deciding that she’s probably not in the mood for any sexy role-playing at the moment. “I doubt going to the police station will help. Unless we find some way to get ourselves arrested, they can’t do anything for us.”
Fergi nods, her face strained like she’s trying to stay in control and is just barely hanging on. Either that, or she’s severely constipated. “I think we should try and get to a store and get loaded up with weapons and food and then come back here and barricade ourselves in.”
“Shit, that’s actually not a bad idea.” I scratch my chin. I hope that sick fucking rash isn’t going to spread to other parts of my body now. “Maybe we can try and find a better headquarters. A basement apartment or something with less windows would be ideal.”
Fergi becomes suddenly enthusiastic and the constipated expression changes to wide-eyed mania. “We need to try and take control of this situation. We need to take charge,” she says.
“Why us?”
“Have you taken a look around at who we’re stuck with? That Nips guy? Your friend, Tommy Foreskin?”
“His name is Teddy.”
“Whatever. I’m just saying, the combined IQ out there is probably lower than the speed limit in a school zone. We aren’t exactly working with candidates for MENSA right now.”
I sigh. “And what about that guy Verne? He gives me serious douche chills.”
She licks her lips and hesitates. “He’s my ex.”
I wince. “You were with that guy?”
Fergi nods sullenly. “It was a big mistake.”
I sit down on the bed and pat the spot next to me. “Sit.”
“Why should I sit?”
“Because, this is important stuff.”
“Fine.” Fergi sits. I sniff and smell her shampoo and perfume. She smells fresh, clean, and I bet her pussy is fucking immaculate.
“We need to deal with this Verne situation,” I say. “He’s a fucking liability.”
“He’s friends with Shep.”
“I can handle Shep.”
“What do you want to do about Verne?” she says. She looks at me and we lock eyes. My raging, burning, itchy penis stiffens instantly.
“I don’t know just yet. But I think he’s going to be a problem.”
Fergi continues looking at me. “Don’t be jealous. It’s not a very attractive look for you.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“We’re in a really dangerous spot. Do you want to help me or not?”
“I do want to help.”
“I don’t really give a shit about Verne, other than the fact that he’ll probably try and discourage people from listening to me.”
“So you want me to back you up?” I say. “I’ll have your back one hundred percent.”
And then when the time is right, I’ll stuff my cock one hundred percent in your back end, I think.
“It would be nice to have a decent sized group to help us go out and get supplies.
We might have to fight off a couple of those…whatever they are.” She looks at me with those dark brown eyes of hers.
I lean closer to her. “It’s funny how a crisis like this can heighten our emotions.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, leaning away.
Look at those cock-sucking lips, I think to myself. “You know what I mean,” I tell her. “Danger, excitement, adrenaline. Not knowing how long we’ll be alive.” I reach my hand out and caress her face.
“Not now. Come on, I don’t have time for that shit.” She slaps my hand away.
“I guess you don’t have time for love. Even if it’s the last night of our lives.”
“Are you going to help me or not?”
“Yeah. I’ll help you.”
She pats my chest. “Good boy. Now listen, let’s go back out at separate times. I don’t want to make it too obvious that we were in here together planning this. It will make people
Fergi closes the door and looks at me. “What do you think we should do?”
I should stuff my cock down your gullet, and you pretend to be a seagull trying to scarf down an entire fish.
“I have no clue,” I tell her, deciding that she’s probably not in the mood for any sexy role-playing at the moment. “I doubt going to the police station will help. Unless we find some way to get ourselves arrested, they can’t do anything for us.”
Fergi nods, her face strained like she’s trying to stay in control and is just barely hanging on. Either that, or she’s severely constipated. “I think we should try and get to a store and get loaded up with weapons and food and then come back here and barricade ourselves in.”
“Shit, that’s actually not a bad idea.” I scratch my chin. I hope that sick fucking rash isn’t going to spread to other parts of my body now. “Maybe we can try and find a better headquarters. A basement apartment or something with less windows would be ideal.”
Fergi becomes suddenly enthusiastic and the constipated expression changes to wide-eyed mania. “We need to try and take control of this situation. We need to take charge,” she says.
“Why us?”
“Have you taken a look around at who we’re stuck with? That Nips guy? Your friend, Tommy Foreskin?”
“His name is Teddy.”
“Whatever. I’m just saying, the combined IQ out there is probably lower than the speed limit in a school zone. We aren’t exactly working with candidates for MENSA right now.”
I sigh. “And what about that guy Verne? He gives me serious douche chills.”
She licks her lips and hesitates. “He’s my ex.”
I wince. “You were with that guy?”
Fergi nods sullenly. “It was a big mistake.”
I sit down on the bed and pat the spot next to me. “Sit.”
“Why should I sit?”
“Because, this is important stuff.”
“Fine.” Fergi sits. I sniff and smell her shampoo and perfume. She smells fresh, clean, and I bet her pussy is fucking immaculate.
“We need to deal with this Verne situation,” I say. “He’s a fucking liability.”
“He’s friends with Shep.”
“I can handle Shep.”
“What do you want to do about Verne?” she says. She looks at me and we lock eyes. My raging, burning, itchy penis stiffens instantly.
“I don’t know just yet. But I think he’s going to be a problem.”
Fergi continues looking at me. “Don’t be jealous. It’s not a very attractive look for you.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“We’re in a really dangerous spot. Do you want to help me or not?”
“I do want to help.”
“I don’t really give a shit about Verne, other than the fact that he’ll probably try and discourage people from listening to me.”
“So you want me to back you up?” I say. “I’ll have your back one hundred percent.”
And then when the time is right, I’ll stuff my cock one hundred percent in your back end, I think.
“It would be nice to have a decent sized group to help us go out and get supplies.
We might have to fight off a couple of those…whatever they are.” She looks at me with those dark brown eyes of hers.
I lean closer to her. “It’s funny how a crisis like this can heighten our emotions.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, leaning away.
Look at those cock-sucking lips, I think to myself. “You know what I mean,” I tell her. “Danger, excitement, adrenaline. Not knowing how long we’ll be alive.” I reach my hand out and caress her face.
“Not now. Come on, I don’t have time for that shit.” She slaps my hand away.
“I guess you don’t have time for love. Even if it’s the last night of our lives.”
“Are you going to help me or not?”
“Yeah. I’ll help you.”
She pats my chest. “Good boy. Now listen, let’s go back out at separate times. I don’t want to make it too obvious that we were in here together planning this. It will make people
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