Just as well.He'd phoned and told me what time to meet him. I'd insisted I couldn't, but we both knew I'd be here, and so would he. Just then the stre...t lit up as a late model car cruised toward me with a familiarity that had to be him.He turned off the headlights before he got to me, carefully parked and got out of the vehicle. I was dribbling before he got near me. I loved the way he walked, and the deep sound of his voice. I loved the way he held me, the confident way he handled my body with. Kriste had never liked him; to her he seemed just a loud-mouth. During actual flight training she'd performed much better than him and he'd been less than gracious about it.On an impulse she said, "Would you like to go out with me tonight?"For once Johnny didn't have a smart comeback. For an awkward moment he just sat there with his mouth open looking at her. But at last he recovered his composure. "Sure, honey, I'd like that just fine. But what made you change your mind about dating?"Kriste. Most in the cunt, but several in the ass. A couple of the ladies wanted her to eat their pussies. Two wanted to lick her clean of all the accumulated cum.She couldn't remember the number of orgasms she had. She guessed that she had taken thirty loads of cum. Some in her mouth, most in her cunt, and a few in her ass. There was one extraordinary man that fucked her. Luckily he was one of the last. He bent her over a divan and filled her ass with his cock. After he had cum in her bowels, he didn't. Their pristine, sparkling city, their environmentalism and their dedication to sustainable living. Surely there had to be some kind of caveat, something ugly lurking beneath the whitewashed surface? Or maybe he was just being cynical, unwilling to admit that their culture did certain things better than his own.The train slid into another one of the sculpted awnings, and the party stepped off, the car zipping away to service another citizen somewhere along the massive rail network. That was one.