Really?

You were never realty one to look a gift horse in the mouth. However, if the situation is about to get you killed, you think it would be good to know.

“Really? I mean, that I am grateful to still be breathing. But one thing I learned before the fall, is that secrets tend to hurt the longer they are kept.”

For a change Gwen looks at you with a ruefully smiles, “Then we had best find a way to wash to help her find some compassion. If I can’t do it, then I’ll be faked if I let her kill you over something that failed to involve her.”

The words made sense but the subject matter did not. “Maybe the virus affects women too, just in the reverse way? Please, understand that I am not suggesting that it justifies ****, but what was your opinion before the fall, on rapists?”

Gwen pulled you father away from the house and sat down on a derelict car, “I know what you are referring too, before the fall Lea was an adamant lesbian, free of any heterosexuality. It does give me caused to wonder who created the virus for it to have such a targeted response.

“As for my answer, the idea of being penetrated by anything always repulsed me…”

You take this as a sign to sit next to Gwen, and do so, “but when I **** you…”

“I was stunned by how good it felt. By the fact that you were physically dominating me. I knew it was wrong, and so something has to be wrong with me, doesn’t it…?…”

You are faced with a choice of twisting this towards your own benefit. You don’t Gwen has had this talk with Lea, or even wants to have it. Your own arousal made it difficult to think clearly.

“Needles even gave me the creeps. I mean what kind of sicko gets off on that crap?”

The irony was so thick it was difficult for you to breath. Here Gwen was asking the one person that was the least likely to have a ‘good’ answer.

“The same sicko that did it?” Is all that you can muster as a response.

Then Gwen looks at you and evidently you are failing to keep the struggle from your facial expression. Abruptly she does the last thing you expect her too and the shock alone is what keeps you from responding.

She p Gwen hops down of the house of the car. Then she opens your fly and frees your painfully erect member. Before you can even think, let alone think straight, she has your cock down her throat.

It was the most divine sensation you could imagine to have the petite woman willfully impaling your shaft down Gwen’s own gullet. You are dumbfounded on how to respond. The danger of Lea or Amanda finding you was there but it was a distant memory.