The "TIME STOP" feature may have been disabled, but everything else on the remote still worked. . . . "YEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAA!" Randy yelled, holding down the "LI+" button like a soldier firing a machine gun and spinning in a 360 degree circle to ZAP everyone in the restaurant. With the "ORG" button, he continued to hit random patrons with orgasms. One of the managers, in a suit, was on the phone: "911? Send the riot squad to the top of the--" ZAP! Randy hit him with the "MUTE" button. The man stood with the phone at his mouth, and his lips moved frantically, but no sound came out.
Now, no one could say Winona was standing out from the crowd. . . .
Winona approached him as he surveyed his handiwork: a waiter crossed the room, with one hand holding up a tray and the other masturbating; at a table near the entrance a woman lay stark naked, her legs splayed, while her male companion went down like the Titanic on her; at the next table a male diner handed a waiter his menu and indicated the captain of the Titanic at the first table: "I'll have what he's having," said the man; everywhere, expensive silverware and dishes hit the floor as every restaurant patron, and most of the staff, turned into raging orgiasts!
Randy and Winona ducked under a big table for eight next to the window. With a tablecloth over the top, the table formed a tent. . . .
Randy lay on his back on the soft, plush carpet. Winona leaned over him, letting her soft, huge breasts dangle in his face. Gently, gently he nuzzled he breasts, lifting them, feeling their weight. He guided a nipple into his mouth. Gently, gently he began to suck. She moaned quietly. He did the same to her other massive breast. His hands roamed her pale, glowing white skin, and he kissed her mouth, her, neck, her breasts again and again. . . . He zipped down the overalls, she pulled them down her legs. He wriggled out of his coat, his shirt, his jeans, as she rhythmically stroked the front of his briefs, pulling them out and down to reveal his stiff cock. He gently worked his fingertips down her stomach and under the waistband of her panties. Gently his fingertips found the tip of her trembling clit. She moaned in ecstasy and repeated stroked the length of his throbbing rod. . . . She climbed atop him. Slowly, slowly she EASED her body, one trembling millimeter at a time, onto his red, throbbing rod. With his hands cupping her sweet, sweet face, she began bucking on him--careful not to hit her head! Again and again, with powerful strokes, onto his eager cock! She! Was! So! Wet! Yes! Ah! Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Yes! Oh! Yes! Fuck . . me! Again and again the wetness of their bodies collided, making a wonderfully obscene slapping sound. . . .YES! YES! YES! yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes! OOOOOWWWHHH!
Oh, yes. . . .
They put on their clothes. In the distance, out the window, they could see the Statue of Liberty and the Narrows Bridge all lit up. And they were also pretty lit up. . . .
"I love you," he said, stil trying to get his breath. In a moment it would sound really stupid, but he said it anyway. . . . "Do you love me?" he asked. . . .
"Well, of COURSE I do, silly," she said. "You're my BOYFRIEND. . . ." Oh, no, Randy thought, she still thinks I'm her. . . .
He took a look out from under the tablecloth. The place was a wreck. It was a wonder the room hadn't been totally destroyed. They would have to clean it in the morning with a fire hose and a bulldozer. "Let's get out of here," he said. "I don't like the kind of people they let in here!"
And they made their way to her hotel room. And in the morning. . . .
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