"Yeah, a little, I guess," I whispered.We both scrunched into our seats, kind of but not really facing each other, and she closed her eyes. I sank bac... into the zoned-but-not-really sleeping state that I'd been in for the last hour.And then I felt her hand on my leg, under the blanket.I looked over at her but her eyes were still closed. There was a faint smile, though. Was she asleep or coming on to me? Did it really matter?Her hand traveled up my leg, brushing my cock which was rapidly getting. It was sana. Where are u lost? Said she. Deep in u. I replied. She sighed and said ok come to home if u can. I said, ok and dropped the phone. The moment had come for which I was waiting for. I immediately rushed to there house. I gave the bell and started waiting. The door was opened but not by sana ,it was somebody else .oh she was gorgeous. She stood 5’7” tall, milky flawless complexion. Not slim but not fat either. She had approximately 38d sized boobs and a nice fleshy round ass. She was. Simon pointed to the large bulge that was his crotch, "This baby needs plenty of feeding," he leaned forward, "And it prefers its meat white and married." With that he let out a loud laugh, which unnerved me even more and standing up said, "Shall we go, I can't wait to meet your wife."My brain was numb and unable to comprehend what was happening I found myself automatically saying, "Y-yes of course," and blindly followed him out of the door and to his car. "Get in" he said, "I've got some. " It was Shahia, and she sounded awful."I'm coming." He listened for more, but there was nothing. His coach would be mad, and he might be off the team, but he turned and ran. Fortunately they didn't warm up wearing sprigs.He made it in seven minutes. Shahia met him at the door, handing him another letter. Then she collapsed into his arms crying.This letter was the Department of Immigration and Citizenship. In dry, official bureaucratic English the letter informed her that the Victorian.