"Not really. Not in any meaningful way. Lynn... It HAS to be you."I want to cry. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Oh, honey... You've already HAD ten t...ousand tomorrows."She's right. I KNOW she's right. It doesn't make it suck any less. I'vebeen tasked as The Messenger.I pause, nod slightly, and turn.This place is my personal heaven. It's perfect. A little valley, a fewacres of crops, a little cabin on a lake. Hills climbing up just beyondthe fields, and forests crisscrossed with footpaths.. I blush at how silly it makes me feel to jump with a start at his voice.“I missed you,” is all I can manage to force out of my tight throat.“What do you need from me?” he asks with a low, rumbling growl.I swallow hard and reply with quivering words, “If I can’t fuck you yet. I want you to fuck me with your voice.”He makes me wait for his reply to my request. I have learned to wait for him. My cunt gets wetter in the silence.“Slip out of your clothes, and lay down on your bed. The one I ache to. Just last night, I met with the owners of the Great Southern Steakhouse in Ashton and we’ll close the deal on our partnership, when we return.”“You really have been busy ... Now that we’re in the air and leveling off, take that seatbelt loose and give me a real hug, and a kiss like the last one you gave me.”She’s wearing a pair of those flimsy shorts like they wore on the island. I could tell when she stood in front of me, she wasn’t wearing panties. I pulled her down to sit across my legs and. ‘What a divine pussy,’ he thought for the umpteenth time as the warm wetness surrounded his flesh. He waited a moment to be sure her shallow breathing hadn’t changed. With an immense amount of delight he let his cock slowly stretch her awesome vaginal cavern, going deeper in her wetness with every second. It was breathtaking how her vaginal muscles autonomously tried to suck him in. He was careful not to bump against her, he stopped when his pelvis touched her luscious ass. He wanted to fuck.