”“So that’s part of this deal?”“Was his plane. Well, sort of. Now we’re gonna put ‘im in it, just because...”I get off the phone and s...mebody looks in my door. Terri.“Happy sounds,” she said. “Something you can tell us?”I smiled. “That Stearman we were getting to send back to Louisiana?”“Yeahhhh...” and her smile started to broaden.“We pick it up Friday. Flying it here, then Saturday it goes to Louisiana. I need to tell ‘em. They’re having a crawfish boil Saturday and we’re gonna be in the. ” he jumped on top of me and guided his dick in my pussy, and started fucking me really hard with all his force.I started moaning and it quickly turned into a scream. “OH FUCK, FUCK ME, FUCK ME,” he was grunting and he grabbed the back of my head and thrust in and out of me as hard as he could.“I bet he don’t know that I’m fucking his hot fucking future wife.” he yelled while fucking me.“I’M GONNA CUM!!” I shouted. I was screaming and he pulled his dick out and started rubbing my pussy really. Only the best for my sweetheart." "That's what I thought." You wink at me and go back to being delighted over the birthday baubles from the kids.An hour later, dinner and birthday cake have been eaten, and bellies are full. I look over at you, "Hey baby?" Yes?" I hate to ask this, but I used the last of the eggs for your cake and now I don't have any for breakfast tomorrow. I have a huge migraine, would you please run to the store and grab some?"Aaaaaand there goes your chance at getting lucky. .. for one.She still hadn't surfaced by the time I had finished so I did the dishes and headed out to the yard behind the shops. I kept the bike and the van there to make it difficult for terrorists to attach booby traps. Nevertheless, I checked underneath the van before I started work on it. I also checked round the bike too. I did a routine service on the van, then the bike. Then I washed them. Then I made some coffee. Then I checked on Jean. She was gone. Bitch hadn't even left a note. If.