My nightshifts passed without any incidents and I finally returned to the real world as it were early Sunday afternoon. I awoke to find that we had a ...isitor, who was deep in conversation with Jan."Afternoon John, this is Chrissy. She's doing a survey on loft and cavity wall insulation in the area. Apparently the government is giving grants to people who decide to have it done," Jan said by way of greeting.Chrissy was probably in her mid-thirties and dressed to kill as the saying goes."Well,. It seemed like hours. He wanted to lay there for hours more. Unfortunately, the day would soon start, and Sherry would soon leave. He would most likely not see her for another year. Would they have to continue the charade and never even write? He made the right call at that moment and decided not to even ponder questions like that. Instead, he just laid there enjoying the moment. His balls still ached from the lack of attention but he would remedy that shortly. For now, he wanted to appreciate. All the while I feel his chiselled thigh slip between my soft ones, spreading my legs ever so slowly. Both my hands are in his hair, moving with his head as he services my firm bosom. If actual sex is supposed to feel better than this, I don't know how I will be able to handle it. Surely one cannot die from too much pleasure?Dizzyingly exquisite pleasure threatens to overwhelm me. My heart races as it struggles to make sense of these new sensations. I'm not a nun. Just because I'm still a. "Saber?"I ask and smile as the shape nods his head at my correct guess."Chronos." He answers back."I see you got the short end of the straw?" I chuckle lightly at him."you know, it is not polite to laugh at ones bad luck." he chides me."poo" I say and smile at him through the fog. "there is no need to be so gloomy, I will even let you drive if you promise not to be a downer." ha. you do know since I have met you my life has been a mess. don't you?" he grumbles at me."but it has been.