Her hair was still moist. "Hurry up. There's a little girl downstairs almost bursting with the need to open her presents."I took a sip of the coffee, ...ot and strong, then passed it back to her for a second while I pulled on my shirt. I straightened it out and retrieved my coffee for another sip.She was watching me intently, a sad little smile on her face.I started to speak but she cut me off."No. Let's not talk about it right now. It was something we both needed, but it doesn't have to mean. Jab mera lund puri tarah khada ho gaya to mai uthkar kitchen me chala gaya. Wo dusri taraf muh karke khadi thi. Mai ja kar unko peeche se chipak gaya aur unke bagal ke nichese apne haath dalkar unke boobs dabane laga. Wo bhi piche haath karke mera lund pakadkar hilane lagi.Jab mai puri tarah taiyar ho gaya to maine unka gown kamar ke upar uthaya aur apna lund pichese unki chut par ragadne laga. Wo phir se excited hone lagi. Phir maine apna lund pichese hi unki chut me dal diya aur unke boobs. She decided to come along at the last second. She has her own money and agenda. She’ll probably keep going.”“You know about the earthquakes and the new volcano?”“In Dunedin?” I said. “Mostly ... Volcano?”“In the Cook Strait.”“Between North and South?” I said, “A couple reports ... Bad?”“Keeps growing and there’ll be one island.”“That’ll piss off a bunch of ferry companies.” I said. “Now ... where will I find crew?”“Tasmania.”That was weird. “All of them?”“Anyone who knows a line from a. She’d pulled off her threadbare sweater so I could see and touch her dangling breasts.I watched her, my disbelief suspended: watched her as she moved her small hand with its tiny, dove-gray nails and her soft lips back and forth along the stiff shaft of my cock. I looked at our reflection in the full-length mirror tacked to the closet door, a frank tableau, a pornographic trope, her on her knees servicing my obdurate lust, her narrow back and visible ribs, her young ass sweet and round in her.