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cum flooding from my lips, their two dicks, twisting hard,
fighting for space, me choking, them pant ing, their big
stiff pricks, held tight in place, forcing me to swal low, their
fingers re-feeding me the cum escaping my lips, their
draining dicks slowly, ever so slowly softening down to
two fat snakes nesting in my mouth, lick ing them, suck-
ing up their cum, them suctioning their twin 9-inchers
from my face. When they saw I had cum without touching
myself, they laughed, pulled me to my feet, and dropped
me gently to the carpet. Titanic hummed along the full
length of my back side as we sped together, fuck bud dies,
across the North Atlantic.
Edward thought my “Sunday picnic” was “ever so
jolly.” He said, “I rendezvous again with the Stoker.
Tonight at 10. He wants to lock me in a cell in the brig,
break in, and take me by force.”
“Be careful,” I said. “Remem ber Madame
Ouspenskaya’s Tarot reading.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Edward said. “She’s no mystic.
She’s no more than a nanny babysitting that Egyptian
mummy Lord Ashcroft is sending to the New York
Museum.”
“That cursed Egyptian mum my,” I said.
“Poo,” Molly said at supper. “Of course, the mummy’s
cursed. No one pays admission if there’s no curse. That’s
the thrill.”
“That’s one kind of thrill,” I said.
Edward winked at Molly and they laughed
uproariously.
John Jacob Astor stared straight ahead.
At 9:30 exactly, Edward looked at his gold pocket
watch, and excused himself from Molly and me, and our

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