"I extended my hand and helped lift her to her feet. Edith stood shakily on the sidewalk."Are you going home?" I asked.She nodded, "What about you?" I...ve got a ride back to the base. The shuttle bus will be here any minute. Are you going to be okay?"Edith pulled out another tissue and blew her nose, "I'll make it." You can do this. I know you can."Edith winced and nodded her head, "I'll try."She reached out and tried to hug me. I raised my hand to stop her."I'm still angry with you. Let's. God, what an ass. That’s it. It was decidedly an ass, not a butt, not a bottom, an ass. Round, soft, high. Get your mind above her neck, old bugger! ‘I’m great, James. And yourself?’ James stammered, ‘Oh, umm, I’m good. Glad you’re here.’ James had never been ‘good’ a day in his life. Perpetually nervous, even though he had no reason to be. He was an excellent lawyer, smart, very quick, just nervous as hell. ‘Let’s go to the conference room, and we can talk.’ She turned to me, held out her hand. “Be my guest,” I retorted, jokingly. She smiled and looked up at something above the glass. “Do you know a place down the road called Roy’s Pancakes?” I did. It was probably the best breakfast joint in the city. But, the location she was talking about had been closed for two years. There was another Roy’s across town.. I started to say something, thought about it and remembered the camera. I nodded yes and continued to work my shaft, but not as vigorously. “I love to go there after a night. She then went down on James allowing his dripping cock to enter her wet crotch and as this happened they both let out huge moans of pleasure that made their plastic cocoons expand to near the point of bursting.She continued to go up and down on James, the sounds of their latex catsuits touching each other and the sounds of their depleting air supplies increasing and decreasing the sizes of the bags over their heads made them both extremely horny and wet as she pounded down on him.They both.