" I've seen you on the O'Hare flight," I responded. "I connect through there a lot."We continued to chat about travel and work while we waited. Diya h...dn't exaggerated. Kay was witty and a little wicked and fun to talk to. We sat chatting for half an hour before Diya showed up. Then we all went to dinner. We split two bottles of wine with our meal and then ordered something stronger after the meal. After the first one, Kay opened a satchel she was carrying and produced a bottle of high-end. She was still tight, but my eight inch cock managed to bury itself halfway before the tightness was too great. It felt incredible. As she fought her binds, the strength and pressure transferred to her vaginal walls, which constricted evenly over the length of my cock, clmaping down on it and pulling it in slowly. It was painful, but incredibly erotic to feel her fucking my cock from inside. I clamped my hands on her teenage ass and howled, giving up the usual pound-and-repeat method for her far. This was the last point on my old life that is why I remembered this last week as it was. For as from the time of the barbecue my life changed. At this time I was only twenty-six and life had been great but from tomorrow it became even better. The time spans may be wrong like what I said was a day could have been a week or a month, I had never deserted any of the women I had shafted and continued to visit them all. All I have told is the first or first few meetings and the ones which affected. " Sophia pulled her away and refastened her bra and buttoned her dress. She chuckled to herself at seeing Yelena turn away."Done. You need a burp, sweetie," Sophia said, holding Betsy's stomach with her hand and gently patting her back.Yelena had turned back. "That... that your baby?" Yeah. Betsy." Betsy let out a large burp. "That's a girl. Let's change you while we're at it."Yelena looked at the baby. "She very beautiful. Betsy?" Betsy. It's short for Elizabeth. Elizabeth Olga Kelleher.".