I pulled into the drive and parked the Land Rover in the garage. I walked heavily into the empty house, and collapsed onto the bed.When I woke, Jill ...as laying beside me, watching me. I gave her a sad smile and hugged her gently. The weekend had been a wild roller coaster ride, but now I needed some calm. After a while, she pulled back from me a little, laid a hand on my cheek and told me things would get better. She kissed me softly, and left me to my thoughts.I had no need to be on. It felt so good. It was as though the walls of her fleshy tunnel were melting and giving way to my finger. I felt her that way for a very long time. Then, my attention was drawn to a small sheath of flesh just above her love hole. Using my fingers, I held her sheath open and saw a tiny bud nestled between what looked like tiny lips. I touched the bud of flesh with the tip of my finger. As I did, I was surprised to see her fleshy wet hole contract in a small spasm. More curious, I pushed on. Of course, this was not the hundred thousand credit AutoDoc, of the Union Armed forces that could not be sold to Civilians anyway. With nanite tissue repair and all that; just a commercially available one. What did I tell you about personal equipment? Right, you are. The best you can get is a wise decision.Down on the floor, I saw a beautiful sight indeed, my TKU. Close enough for the auto draw function to work. The weapon jumped into my hand and roared, a fraction of a second later, burning a. I also tried to avoid thinking about Mrs. Bolton, who was sat on the armchair that was just behind where I stood.“So, Sylvia. What is this long-standing issue that you have with my 'nephew', Peter?” she spoke quietly before taking a sip of wine from her glass.The English Mistress sat forward on the sofa next to Wendy, unintentionally opening her legs. She took a mouthful of wine from her glass before she answered.“Well, I taught him lower down the school and I liked to seat my classes boy/girl,.