She cleansed her mouth with sips of orange juice. Rather than spit she swallowed. Farrell couldn’t remember the last woman who’d blown him minus l...tex who hadn’t spit. It’d been so long he figured either some high school homecoming queen or service time cooz angling for another really big tip last gulped his goo. Inez must’ve seen amazement in his face because she transformed tidying up into coquetry. Lashes of her copper eyes finished batting, corner of lips daubed, their mixture of jizz,. ."A loud crash drew our attention to a second floor apartment window amidst a shower of broken glass. We went inside, and I was able to slip the door with my knife, folding it back up into my pocket as we entered. There was noone there, but the broken window, and the billowing curtains indicated that someone had been. "Yes, I am certain someone here was calling to me for help, being held prisoner in fear of their very existance!" Eliza retorted to my unspoken wonderment. The stress of the. We just got back.”“Well, drive on up. I’ll meet you out at the main gate. Half an hour,” he said.I looked over at my wife “Make it an hour. Half an hour to drive and half an hour to get Marilyn out the door.” I hung up and turned to Marilyn. “Let’s put everything away and go.”“Okay, first we need to change a diaper.” She picked up Charlie and headed towards his bedroom.We made it there in just under the hour I had allotted. Marilyn didn’t take as long as I thought she would, but we had to get. Glancing around, I realized the sexually explicit events that had just been unfolding were nothing more than a fantasy. A surprisingly vivid fantasy, but a figment of my imagination nonetheless. I could not hold back a sigh as I peered around, only to find my skimpy outfit still clinging to my body and every trace of my recent orgasm absent. This, coupled with my fantasy lovers presence at my sideinstead of between my legswas enough to convince me I had effectively been snapped back to reality..