Some of the guys that got lucky on New Year's Eve were being pushy, but I kept them at-bay... until last... nigh... ” Lori trailed off as she turned...away with a pained far off look again.“Look... I know Sandra was running the show last night. Just tell me what she did so we can move on!” Lori turned to look at me, and I could see the pleading in her eyes as she began asking me, “Why didn’t you stop me? You knew that wasn’t your wife last night, why didn't yo...” then she turned away sobbing.“I. We heard afterwards that the party was completely fine, that nothing was being done like the September party.”“From the look on your face, there’s more to tell though,” she prompted expectantly.“Yeah, there is,” I said. “She got drunk and fell down some stairs. She lost her baby.”“How did that affect you, when you found out?” she asked.“I was sad, but the news came in stages, so it wasn’t as much of a blow.”“What do you mean?”“Well, we heard that someone had fallen at the party and they had to. “Hmmm, it’s good, but clearly a Covington rip-off. Any movement?” Cyrilo asked.“None, and I’m being as discreet as I can. If I keep looking over, he’ll realize we’re aware.” “Very well then. Let’s hop on the next transport.”It wasn’t long before another passenger wagon rolled by, and they were quick to take the last three remaining seats, though Alexis once more had to suffer the displeasure of heaving Cyrilo’s cart into the wagon. As the taxi continued on its route, they kept looking for. I closed the door behind me.The only word she spoke, 'I want you to fuck me, NOW!'My mind was racing as I quickly ran through our last message exchange. I thought my dick was going to rip through my pants. I grabbed her by the hair and spun her around. I kissed her neck and squeezed her tits. Even held back by her bra, I knew they were magnificent. She moaned with pleasure.My hands raced up and down her body. Her shirt, effortlessly, hit the floor, her sexy little bra soon followed. I.