My body felt strange and distant. “I think I need to go to the hospital.”“No your fine. Trust me, but now that your awake, we will be leaving as...we said we would, that is unless you want us to stay.”“You really need to take me to a hospital, something is wrong.” And something was wrong. My vision was blurry and I felt a weight on my chest. “I think I am having a heart attack.”“Your not having a heart attack, not yet, and not in the way you think you are.”“What do you mean? I could barely move. “Excuse me, but I need advice. My two employees don’t speak English and I don’t want to leave them alone. Where do immigrants go?”He pointed at one of the ceiling signs. “Well, you need to go pick up your luggage first. Then, take them to Customs and Immigration. They will let you stay with them if you want. Oh, and welcome to America!”“Thank you. It’s good to be back home!”I knew that. Every time I came back from India I had to pick up my luggage and let the Customs people paw through my. Do it." Her voice became a screech of near desperation.A dam burst deep inside my balls and the flood poured into my cock, as with one final plunge, I heard my own voice yell something wild. And I was trying to push the head of my cock up into the very core of her. While her hips rose from the bed to meet me and we ground ourselves together and groaned and gasped in unison. It seemed like I wouldn't stop, I felt I was pushing gallons of my cum up into her and she was taking it so gratefully.At. I wanted to spend time in the meadow and listen to the meadowlark. I had packed a nice plush blanket to sit on and have my lunch while just enjoying the ambiance of the world around me coming to life.The wind was blowing my hair gently. Then I felt it lifting my skirt as if to peek underneath to see what I was wearing. I laughed out loud as it did not know what I was planning once I found my comfy spot. So I carried my picnic basket and my comfy blanket too, then found the perfect spot big.