Oh yeah!This is such a result. The ‘fuck of my life’ is still integral in my near term future, and so is god knows what else.Abi has a playful loo... in her eyes.“And anyway, a man should take a girl out before he gets to fuck her. Unless he thinks she’s a slut. You don’t think I’m a slut, Marky, do you?”It’s checkmate.“No way!”“Are you sure?” she says, teasing.“I’m very sure.”“What exactly do you think I am then?”I don’t have to mull too hard over that one. I know what she wants at this juncture. She said it had been about 3 days, and I told her that we were going to have to start feeding him intravenously. I told her that I knew how, and we decided to go to the hospital to get it. When we got back, her brother was sleeping, and we started the IV. We went back out to the living room, and I discussed with her what she was planning to do. She informed me, “Listen Dave, You are the only human I have seen, it is not going to be safe for us to stay here, and I want to go wherever you are. The security involved in low key situations like this is still quite intricate. The President just doesn’t go places. No matter where I am, I have a lot of heavily armed Secret Service agents in very close proximity. We have the War Wagons, a doctor and nurse in attendance, an armored limo, and usually extra vehicles as decoys, and around that are typically local and state cops in an elaborate motorcade. We also have some lower impact alternatives for when I wanted something a lot more subtle.. Please Mrs. T can I help you?!" I combed my fingers through Tricia's hair in appreciation for her efforts to help relieve my stress, and Tricia looked up at me with a wicked grin, then kissed the tip of my cock and held it upright as she leaned over to kiss Angie, then whispered into her ear, "I want you to be a good girl and take care of Mr. C's balls." Tricia wrapped her other hand around my ass as I straddled over Angies face and then she slid her hand under my balls, guiding my full sac.