Yet I really didn't want to take this step. But something had to change, but I didn't know what. But, unknown to me at that time, the change was just ...bout to walk into the house. I was busy cooking dinner after getting off of work when the door slam and I heard, "hey hon, guess what?"What do people say that? There could be a million things you can guess, come on, at least give a hint of what you are talking about."Guess what," I replied."This," said Mike as he handed me a envelope. He was just. Like I said earlier, I'll do it inside, OK?”“I know, just hurry up.”With a last thrust, pinning Sophie against the pillar as hard as I could,I ejaculated inside of her still unused pussy. Even though I had alreadycum from my mother's hand job in the morning, I came more thanI had ever came before. Even Sophie wasn't able to conceal her pleasureanymore and she moaned while her eyes rolled back.After a few more seconds, when I had pumped all of my semeninside of her, I slowly let go of her leg. Access was by transporter pad only—no doors. Call it a tomb rather than a crib."Now's a good time for a banana split," I said as I staggered away from the sleep learner in the office area. I had a "bed room" consisting of a wall-to-wall gym mat that I used for sleeping or wild monkey sex—it was roughly the size of a boxing ring and doubled as an exercise area. I had a bathroom and dressing room of about the same ten meter by ten meter size with a combination jacuzzi and shower bath big enough. The waiter came out and I ordered a small coffee and a sandwich which I consumed whilst Mum plied me with questions about how the exam had gone and if I had had a good journey, I didn’t mention Gill, but I showed her the CD from Lauren and Lucinda and promised to let her borrow it. The offices of Craven, Olson and Partners were on the second floor of a white stone faced building sandwiched between two rows of red brick with an expensive looking restaurant on the ground floor. We only had to.