"Jack, honestly..."Jack threw his arms in the air, suddenly losing it. It was a side she'd yet to see. "You cheap slut," he spat, reaching to grab her...by the wrist. "All this time you've been with me, telling me you love me, you've been fucking some other guy." Nooooooo..."Her blouse tore open like a paper tissue in his hands, the buttons down the front popping open to expose her braless breasts. Jack stared, shaking his head furiously. "Since when did you...no bra?"Chloe went to speak, to try. "I've never seen this much lubrication before, she really is hot." Saida voice below me.Of course I am you stupid idiot! Fuck me, please, ram that thing up intome! And do it now!Then whatever this thing in me was, started moving up and down. Up anddown, finally I was being fucked! And it felt so good. That itch wasfinally being scratched. I was in heaven. Closer and closer to myorgasm. What ever this thing was, was riding me hard, and I loved everysecond of it.It pumped, and pumped, and pumped.. Sandy? Are you there, Sandy?..."Not everyone ran away, as some of them didn't or wouldn't believe it could be what it seemed to be, so some of the networks continued to get live feeds. Cameramen are pretty staunch guys, standing next to a nuclear bomb requiring more than your average degree of staunchness. Most of the networks were able to 'reassure' - while actually scaring the shit out of - the people that the unconfirmed nuclear bomb was just sitting there.Despite the reassurances, it would. But tonight itstretched on to twenty, then thirty minutes. I guessedthat this really was the last gasp. And I was down tolicking the last trickles of tequila out of her glass.Then she came back out. Interesting. She’d taken off the vest. Her magnificent breastsjutted out, jiggling under the thin silk as she walked.I figured this was some kind of “Okay, now you’ve seenthem, goodbye!” thing. As she approached our table, I started to get up. Mightas well get out of there.