But now it was Sunday night - a full 8 days since she’d arrived - and she knew it was time to go.It was time to return to New York, and leave her hu...ky boyfriend’s thick cock behind.Just the thought of it caused her to emit a sad sigh.After another weekend of near-constant fucking, Theo had insisted that she go, insisted that she leave the bed, leave the small town, and get back to her real life.McKayla had finally agreed, after he promised that he’d come visit her within the next few weeks.And. Too much interference for FM line of sight communications, and we don’t want to rely on satellite communications. When the shit hits the fan, they’ll be useless. Either they’ll get knocked out, or the government will shut ‘em down. We solved the problem by running our drones in pairs. One does a ground-level contour search while the twin ghosts along at high altitude and acts as a radio relay.”I let out a low whistle. The drone operation was much more sophisticated than it appeared at first. Nothing romantic, she simply wanted the anonymity of being Mrs. X, rather than herself loathing self. I took her on a honeymoon anyway. She could say she had one, to anyone who may ask. Sally agreed that was a worthwhile reason. Sally slept through most of it.Is the cure sometimes worse than the disease? I’m not wishing I had gone fishing instead, if that’s your real question. Except for missing Sally, life is pretty good.There is much to relate.First, before you ask, Sally still exists, just. ‘You lay in your bed with your eyes half shut watching me play with myself didn’t you?’ she demanded, it was glaringly obvious she had seen me watching, what was the point of denying it, I didn’t want to fall out with her and end up going back to my room on my own.‘Okay, yes I did watch you, you woke me with your moaning!’ I said defensively.‘Do you never have the urge to make yourself cum Mary?’ she quietly questioned.Hanging my head in embarrassment I said,‘I don’t even know how.’She giggled.