Her panties are soaked, and they slip aside easily for my fingers. One finger, two, they disappear up inside her dripping sex. I’m fucking her, mov...ng my fingers quickly as she licks the side of my face. I can see our cabbie driving reflected in the mirrors. “Where are we?” "Approaching 50 th . . ." Not too bad a neighborhood. “Into the next alley, pull in and stop!” Tires squeal and Jackie’s moaning body is thrown against me as Saleh turns. He pulls up near a dumpster and halts. I push. She practically raced to the locker room to change out of her nursing scrubs and into an outfit she had perfectly planned to go with her after work adventure. She was planning to pay her husband a special visit. Her husband, Jake, was a microeconomics professor at a private college no more than 10 minutes away. She changed into her only bra that made her small boobs look at least in the B-cup range. Ava pulled her waist length blonde hair into a ponytail and put on her white blouse and black. Not panicking, but definitely becoming very aware of my situation, I think that it may be better to sit down but everything gets a lot worse rapidly, and I’m just able to grab the phone and call emergency services before I black out, my lasts memories of the operator saying hello as the phone slips from my hand and I plummet to the ground.I wake up again, this time in a room that seems too bright, my eyes dazzled into squints. As they become accustomed to the all-penetrating whiteness I can. She hadn’t just sat and talked with her for a while.When she got to the ranch, Alisha stopped at her parent’s house, to have a cup of coffee and visit with her Mom. Anne appeared to be in an extraordinarily good mood this morning. She was having breakfast and asked if Alisha wanted any. She told her she would have some toast and jam with her coffee. They talked for almost an hour. Alisha asked her if she had heard from Bob. Anne told her that she had a message on the phone when she got.