They were all sure he was still single, as he never brought a date to any of the bank’s social functions, although she wasn’t sure about last Chri...tmas, as that was the first one that she and her ex-husband Wayne had missed. Anyway, the rumour among the young single ladies in Gill’s department, accompanied by deep meaningful sighs, was that John Nicholls was, unfortunately, almost certainly gay. His dark, almost black hair was cut short with a partly receding hairline at the front and a slight. .as one door shut another opened.....the shop door. A customer entered....she sat back behind her desk....feeling the wetness of her pussy and the tingle of her clit as she moved to get comfy...she watched to customer and started to daydream....her husband...the way he just came in and took control...what was he doing?...the fight to get him off....then the way he won and started to finger fuck her... the way he was slamming the dildo into her still dripping pussy....then. She normally drove, but it was only about a mile from the apartment and she had extra time to kill before her shift. Plus, the exercise wouldn’t kill her.The warm breeze seemed to shoot right up her skirt and across her fur covered mound. Several times she had to look down because she was sure that it was blowing up and showing everything, but it only felt that way.She waited outside, pacing in the parking lot until the last minute, steeling her nerve. Then, with a deep breath, she went in.The. ”“Prel-ka,” I responded, taking a deep breath and letting it out go as sigh of relief. We could communicate, if poorly. Unexpectedly, I found my cheeks dampening with tears. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized how lonely I had become with Isshu my only companion upon this fantastical island. I had known for some time and with certainty that there was little hope of ever again seeing my companions let alone of being reunited with cultured society, and I had bourne that knowledge, content.