“No, no, just listen,” she said.“There once was a maid of London Who cried out, “Oh my God, Sir! I’m undone!” Replied he, “Do not fret, ...or I’m willing to bet That someday you’ll think it’s quite fun.”George and Isolde broke into gales of laughter, and the VW did, too. At least that’s what George thought at first. He soon realized it was the motor coughing as it ran out of gas. He rapped the gas gauge with the back of his knuckle, but the needle stayed where it was; three quarters of a tank. He. . make a living... provide jobs and housing to some college kids and what do I get?” Ben chides but his dimples are still out and I am grinning as he tosses me a plastic bag of clothes. I look inside and see a cotton summer dress with a bra that works with it and some faux satin panties that have lacy edges. “I guess this works alright... just don't let your employees go cutting this up.” ------------------------------------------I feel almost normal starting day 3 in one of my favorite. I blearily blink my eyes. I’m lying on my back, naked in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. How long have I been asleep? Why am I still wearing my watch? I turn my head to the right and see her. She’s lying in the bed on her side with her back to me, propped up on one elbow. Naked as well, from what I can see. The rhythmic tapping telling me she’s working on her laptop, maybe that’s what woke me. What’s she doing? An essay? Her dissertation? Maybe she’s on the website where we met. I. Moaning loudly, his cock hits the back of my pussy on each thrust to create a delicious burn in my muscles. I cry out with a gush of cream drenching his cock and trickling onto his balls. I fall back into the pillows, panting heavily before I beckon to Hel to change positions. I kneel on all fours at the edge of the bed so that he can mount me from behind. His meat fills me entirely with his thickness; I hear his intake of breath at the increase in the narrowness of my love channel as he pushes.