Outside, beyond the slide doors was a row of five hover taxies the same five taxies that had been there when I left.No one had come to greet me or to ...ick me up, but then no one knew I was coming. I wanted to surprise Elena and Uncle Hogun. I wished Tyr would be awake so I could tell him everything, but he was still asleep, most likely. I went outside and stood there for a moment, the sun was barely above the horizon and it would not rise much further during Longnight. In a few hours it would. But Mr. Johnson wanted head every Saturday afternoon at 1:00 p.m. He couldn’t get enough of her. But she didn’t mind. Sometimes he would slip her money for gasoline or buy her lunch after their back-seat fun. And he never pressured her to have vaginal sex, unlike his son.In fact, after graduation, Todd broke up with Barbara Jean when she still refused to let him fuck her. She was so upset, that she called Mr. Johnson and said she couldn’t make their usual Saturday rendezvous.“What’s wrong. Oka 10 min full gaaa naakesa…..Tanu konchem slow ga moolugutondi…..And naa head ni adumukuntondi pooku ki……Naa vellu lopala petti aadistu unna…..Inka tanaki kaaripoindi….Naa face mida antaa padindi…..Tanu nen lechaka. Chusi navvindi…. Notlo padaleda ani…..Ekada kinda anthaa cheekati….Face pai padindi….Na mukham antaa naakesindi…….Tana naalukato face mida naakutu seduce chestondi….Inka pettana ante…… Come on…Speed gaa andi……Na vollo korchoni……Na maddani pukulo petkundi….Paiki kindaki oogutu unna. It was like the icing on the cinnamon roll for her. A nice extra, bonus flavor, though not the main course by any means.For me, though, I was engulfed in my wife’s luscious pussy and definitely sticking it to her, ramming balls deep into her magnificent pregnant body. It was a lucky break that she wasn’t far along at all, of course. She couldn’t have gone on the cruise if she were.Then we, or at least she, would have missed out on all of this, and that would be a shame indeed. While I had drawn.