No more Inga to tease or torture him with an unobtainable goal. In your dreams...Revenge of the NieceThe fireman dropped me off, still in the once-pie...e jumpsuit. A plastic bag with the international haz-mat symbol contained my valuables. Somewhere, my rolled-over coupe contaminated with biological waste was sitting, awaiting damage assessment. And some lucky doctor who wasn't constrained in how and where he touched lovely Inga was verifying her health. "Return the jumpsuit to any local fire. ’ He hadn’t cum and he felt as hard as steel within her. Resting her hands flat on his muscled chest, she raised her hips, whimpering at the feeling of loss from losing even a single millimeter of his cock, and let half of it out of her before coming back down and engulfing it anew in her molten, soaking depths. Slowly she built up a steady rhythm, using her hips to alternate between simply sliding up and down on his shaft, and rotating her hips to grind on him. The fullness and the friction. Three: Sneak out, across the kitchen, unlock the backdoor. Four: Walk the bike out of the garage. Five: Pedal the fuck away from here. Put some pants on when I reach the highway. Get to the train station ASAP. Weather guys said it would rain tonight, I don’t give a shit. They’re always wrong anyway. Six: Abandon the bike. Buy a one way ticket to New York from the machine. Pay cash. Seven: Board the train, wait a few hours, get in a bathroom, cut my shoulder length hair into whatever isn’t. I’m just glad you’re here. I was starting to worry.’ As Rosanna came closer to her, Solace became aware of a fragrance she had never experienced. It was difficult to describe, but it surrounded her in a heady cloud. ‘What are you wearing?’ she asked Rosanna, taking in another whiff. ‘White pants and a navy—’ Rosanna began to describe her outfit but Solace interrupted her. ‘No, you’re fragrance.’ ‘Oh, it’s called Sensuale.’ Rosanna answered, feeling slightly embarrassed at her assumption. ‘it.