The trip ends well enough.

The remaining ride home was a rush. When we got to our stop, I kept my jacket in front of me, trying to hide the stiffy I still had from Terra's handjob. Now I desperately wanted to get home and break my Terra-bot in. Terra smirked at me as we walked.

"John, I'm chilly. Can I borrow your jacket?" she asked, a knowing twinkle in her eyes. Damn they built these things good. "No," came my simple reply. "But why not? You're not wearing it." I leaned over to her. "Terra, when we get home, you're going to get it," I warned. She waggled her eyebrows in response. "That's my plan," she countered. One uncomfortable walk later, we arrived at my house. Terra stopped at the driveway and looked at it in awe. I raised an eyebrow.

"What? What are you staring at?" I asked, not seeing what was so great. It didn't even have a second story to it. She smiled. "My new home. That's what I'm staring at. Guess I was designed with similar issues with cartoon Terra," she said with a shrug. "I'm so happy," Terra whispered before following me inside. She grabbed my jacket and tossed it aside, rubbing the bulge in my pants as soon as the door was closed.

"Now then," she purred, "where were we? I think you were about to bust your nut all over my hand and I'd lick up every drop." That gave me an idea. "Before we do that, let's get some liquid in you, Terra." She giggled. "I know what liquid I want in me." I blanched. "Terra, I'm going to be drinking it later! You are NOT storing any cum in your tits." Terra laughed. "I was just kidding. You really think you can muster four gallons? You'd need balls the size of your fist." We went to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"Let's see here," she muttered before talking in a normal tone. "We've got milk, chocolate sauce, lemonade, uh...ice tea, I think, root beer, and maple syrup."