Fat fuck. Why can’t they send me to get someone fit for once? Even just healthy. Someone who could at least run more than ten meters without throwin... up. ‘Well don’t think so, know so,’ he said. ‘When I say ‘three’ we bolt for the dumpster. And….’ ‘….and what?’ asked The Package. ‘Don’t expect me to fucking carry you. If it comes down to you or me, it’s me. Do you fucking understand?’ The Package nodded, his face red with exertion. The rain kept coming down, a steady drizzle. The slick. His cum provided good lubrication for my ass, and the coke started making my asshole Numb. He did not wait for either of that, though, as he started ramming into me again and again, pushing me to the glass door of the balcony. Suddenly, he pulled my hair back and starting molesting my boobs as he fucked my ass. I started pushing my ass back fucking myself on his pole and he had my body arched, boobs held, and dick in my ass, looking out the balcony. He kept going for 10 minutes, pounding my. The mental condition I was in was not healthy for my marriage, but somehow, that didn't really matter at the moment. I stared at my long and thick cock as I slowly stroked it's length. For a few fleeting moments, I considered jacking off, but I stopped. It was worth the wait to see if this chance afternoon meeting with Elizabeth could evolve into something, let's say, more fulfilling. I finished my shower and changed clothes. Slipping behind the seat of one of the Porsches Barb had left me. ‘Braxton-Hicks again?’ he asked. ‘No, it’s the real thing. My water broke. That’s why I need a change of clothes. Then you’re going to drive me to the hospital. Like a normal person,’ I added so he would understand he wasn’t allowed to drive more than 40mph. ‘OK, I’ll drive like a normal person.’ When I’d finished dressing, I smiled and said, ‘Let’s go.’ Jordan kept his hand on my back more for his comfort than mine, I knew. But I needed its warmth, I needed his comfort, I needed his.