9/6     Not personally being all that familiar with the female orgasm, psb did
        want to dislodge his hands, if only to give her a chance at breathing
        normally again, to come off the crest as they passed what he was sure
        was the sixty-second mark.  Her pussy was absolutely pouring its
        fragrant juices out onto his cock, he could feel her hips become slick
        as she ground down against him, still waiting for that explosive bliss
        to finally ebb away.
        As if by force of will, she seemed to find her voice again, to finally
        fit actual, measurable breathing patterns in with the pleasure.
        "psb.... I can't... stop... ooooooooghhh... I can't.... awuuuuuuugh...
        I can't stop cumming!"  She managed, collapsing upon his chest.
        "tom!" psb cried.  She felt entirely limp in his arms, her
        breathing shallow and light.  It seemed, as he yelled, the sensation
        drained out of him, disappearing with a last little pulse before
        completely fading into nothingness.  Quickly, he began to try and sit
        up.