I was pretty sure I was the only one around so I pulled my pants around my ankles and started jerking off to some really good porn. I put on a good vi...eo and sit back giving my cock the good attention it needs. Just as I start getting really into it, my boss walks in on me."What the fuck are you doing?" she says. "Oh, shit!" I exclaim. I bend over and race to pull up my pants."No, no, no," she says as she rushes over to stop me in my tracks. "Answer my question. What the fuck are you doing?". Your balls begin slapping away at my swollen pussy as you pound my grateful arse while I beg with tears like a child for an ice-cream for it harder and harder unsure if I can take anymore yet needing it all the same. You watch closely as you emerge each time, my arse clinging to you perhaps because it knows it will never enjoy you this way again. “I’ve got something for you” you tell me and you want to know where you should leave your gift. I want it in my fertile pussy but I tell you to give. “I created you. I’m kind of like Frankenstein only better. Now you can go off and add amazingness to the gene pool and it’ll all be my doing.” Wow, she’d had more champagne than she remembered. “We will, eventually, just give us a little time, okay?” Reece feigned panic, but ended up grinning along with the new Mrs Everett. Rachel had an image of them heatedly making babies, and went a bit swoony. She wondered if they’d be beautifully tender that night or bounce each other off the walls of the. The Navigator, a canal-side tavern in Devizes, stocked the amber nectar and I had purchased a gallon to share with the barge crew and Humphrey. As we made our way along the canal, appreciating the ale and the view, Humphrey told me something of himself, and why his wife had remained unplumbed, at least by him, for so many years.As I surmised, Humphrey Appleby had been born in Leicestershire, not far from the town of Melton Mowbray, famous for pork pies and Stilton cheese. The Applebys were.