I tried to talk but couldn’t. My Mums face appeared over mine, she was crying but smiling and saying hello and telling me not to worry. She then cal...ed over to someone. A nurse appeared and said she’d get the Doctor. A couple of minutes later a man in theatre scrubs appeared, he told me that he’d take the tube out of my throat. He detached the tube from the ventilator just leaving the one in my throat, told me to take a deep breath and then breathe out hard, as I did that he pulled the tube. In the bathroom I can hear the shower turn on. Who can blame her, hell I didn’t know I could cum like that. I sit down on the sofa and light another joint. We have only been home for half an hour, and I can already tell this was going to be on hell of a day. I start to zone out thinking about what just happened. It all seems too unreal, like something out of a sexy story magazine. I hope you don’t mind but I slipped into something a little more comfortable,” she says coming out to the. At least we don't think that she was in any California city when she was picked up. The only other possibility is that someone 'bought' her and had her among their dependents. However she got here she really is quite sweet. We put her in one of the pod sleep-trainers and stuffed some more English into her poor little head so that we wouldn't have to rely on a babblefish type of translator for her. Our implants would have translated for us but it was distracting at best.So now I have to review. " Of course Ms Chiverton, that's when the Goodtrees accounts come crashing through" Have you finished with The Telegraph?" Oh yes, of course." Fisher smiled as he handed her the newspaper.Margo went to the coffee machine to make her selection and Fisher stole a glance at her shapely rear-end and heeled fetlocks. She had a knack of dressing demurely yet radiate sex.As she turned with her coffee Fisher's eyes looked elsewhere.She sat back into the soft armchair and lost herself in the latest.