The crew sort the cameras and sound out time we chat and she tells me about the interview and how she wants it to go.“Well Lewis world champion from...last year, congratulations on today result”“Thank you Suzy”The interview goes on for some ten minutes before she starts asking quick fire questions from viewers and I have to answer with a little explanation.“Ben from Watford asks, Do you have TC on this new car”“No traction control now”“Simon from Newcastle asks. Any ABS on the new car”“No anti. Now here I am thirty minutes later, racing home. I send up a prayer for light traffic as I pull out of the parking garage.Thirty minutes later I pull into our driveway. I barely remember to turn the damn car off as I jump out making a mad rush for the front door. I fumble with the keys in the lock mumbling a few mild curses. If only my cock could spare some blood for the rest of my body, I might be able to get into the house. Finally, the lock gives way and grants me passage.I round the corner. Susan could feel that she was wet. Her nipples were rock hard. Her breathing was erratic and she was aroused beyond anything she had experienced. As she stroked Michael’s cock, he in turn decided to be active. He brought his hand round onto Susans buttocks and started to rub. He made circles, each circle getting closer to her anus. Susan was trying to enjoy his body at the same time she was very aware of where his fingers were going and that was way out of her comfort zone. Then she thought. I've had a lot of time to think things over, and there's one thing I'm sure of. Once they get their hands on my portal, all Hell's going to break loose. Unless we're ungodly lucky, the conflicts over this could spell the end of our whole civilization, if not all life on this planet!" So, what are you going to do?" Bart's expression showed that he didn't expect to like whatever idea Neal came up with."Maybe I should just drop out of sight, just never come back from my vacation. Eventually.