[Chances they’ve hurt Xee?]Minimal, Loki said.Dey peeked around the corner of the room. The voice had been hard to pin down, as it had been echoing...through long abandoned corridors and around corners. But it had to come from the direction of the ballroom. That meant anything that way would lead away from Kuz. And right to the edge of the shields keeping the oceans crushing grasp from finally claiming the Titanic 2. Dey frowned as she rubbed her wrists. She looked around the room, opening a few. Soon after I blew my first load of the night down her throat.The rest of the ride she spent fixing her hair and makeup. She didn’t even bother to wipe her juices from her legs and stockings. I continued playing with her until we got to the restaurant. When we get there she drags me into the back of her SUV lays me down pulls my pants down to my knees and climbs on top. She’s so wet my cock slides right in. She pulls her dress up so I can see her cum dripping down my rigid cock. The plug in her. There never was anything to blow either of us out of the water.My hubby, Tom, had always teased me about my lame fantasies but I found it hard to step out of the box and think about the wild stuff he came with to fantasize about. I chalked it up to him being male and we all know that a male's mind works a bit different to a woman's. One of the biggest changes in our lives as a couple was when our third c***d moved out to go to College.Now, instead of k**s bouncing around the house making a mess. "He turned back to Kennedy. "How old are you, girl?" Thirteen, sir. You're slipping, because I already told you that." Well, you have a civil tongue in your head which argues well for upbringing." My stepfather is Peter Stuyvesant of Scarsdale. Nothing but the best for his stepdaughter."She saw the momentary crinkle of the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes as he digested her father's name."You are, however, full of yourself and prone to rash mistakes. I would not be surprised to hear that.