I lay there, just letting her decide what to do, and after another minute I felt her grab my hand from her stomach and place it squarely on her tit. We barely talked the whole time, and never once mentioned the disaster, our escape, or the absent member of our family. Besides, I think this will be more comfortable.”
There was nothing I could say to that, and she went off to the game board to waste some more time. I glanced down at my now-clean black t-shirt – it wasn’t very long, attach by long thin straps at several points to my trousers and designed to show off my abs. I just held her, feeling her tears on my chest as she tried to silence her weeping. She discarded the shirt, triggering another massive erection from me before again snuggling into my arm, facing away. We spent a lot of time just laying around listening to the music or cycling through the games on the boards permanently affixed to the walls – there literally wasn’t anything else
