" Hm. Yes, of course," she said. Jay opened the building door and shelooked at the staircase in horror."Don't worry," Jay laughed. "We live on the ...econd floor." He and Nickgrabbed the suitcases and they all walked up. Jay opened the door. "Hi,honey, I'm home," he said, in a mock-chipper voice. He'd say this everytime he'd walk in the door. When Esme was in the mood - when Georgenapped and gave her a break - she'd respond, in a bad housewife voice,"How was your day at the office, dear?". That returning familiar weight iscomforting. The warmness from my growing breasts spreads out all over mybody.There's a tingle in the back of my brain. Like if it's telling me thatthis is good. And I think it is. Finally, my boobies stop growing. Theycant get any bigger, for now. My hands gravitate towards them. My nipplesare in shock from my cold hands. I trace the outline of my boobies withmy hands. My slender fingers caress the smoothness of my chest, the softgap between them. My hands are. I just lifted her petticoat and went inside it. My face was covered by her saree and petticoat. I was left with a wet pussy inside the saree. I was covered with the erotic smell of precum dripping pussy. Ufffff what a fragrance that was. That made the situation of my dick even worse.I slowly started to rub her inner thighs with my fingers and moved her panty aside with my teeth. Now she was out of control and twisted her thighs to push my head into her pussy. I didn’t tease her as I don’t want. The screen lit with the Neo-Tantra logo. Underneath were the words "Ceuta Sector". In a moment, the logo was replaced with Jazira's face. Her eyes were red and bleary, her hair somewhat disarranged. She peered into the pickup as though trying to see Pru."Are you there, Pru?" she asked, her voice shaken. "I need you."Pru set the com to track her face and body, but not the rest of the room. "I'm here Jazz. What's wrong?" Oh, I'm sorry to wake you. I just need someone to help." It's all right..