I wrapped the arm around her, and we rode in silent proximity until Riordan called back that we were pulling out of the corridor and were five minuted...from landing.The landing pad on top of the Kennedy Center was an old helipad, but of course nobody used helicopters anymore. When Riordan opened our door for us, and I slid out with Cor, she was surprised to see Nicco also getting out of the front seat."Oh! Hello. Nicco, isn't it?" yes it is, you have a good memory for names Miss Caldwell." Not. ‘Ah, don’t worry. No matter what, I’ll give Dr. Gentrilli a call Monday and see what’s the ‘hold up’. All finished with the windows?’ ‘Yes, thanks for your help with the college.’ David straightened his tie and put on his sport coat. Satisfied the room was closed for the weekend, he closed and locked the door and followed them out of the building. In the parking lot, Carolyn’s clean but tired Honda Civic waited for them, resplendent in its fading silver-gray paint. She had hoped that the. ’ Her tiny hands twined themselves through my hair, pressing me closer. My face was slick with the taste of Her, but still I licked. My tongue circled over the sensitive nub of her opening. Licking, sucking, drawing gasp after gasp of pleasure from my inhuman lover. ‘Enough,’ she moaned, ‘It is time. Fill me, mortal. Plant your seed within.’ That was all I needed to hear. Standing between her parted legs, my rigid tool soon found its way home inside her. I drove into her again and again,. .James and I had been online friends for years. We both had profiles on a well know social network site for gay men and being reasonably local to one another the site kept suggesting we start chatting. It started as the odd conversation in the local chat room and moved on to instant messenger chats. After a while we exchanged phone numbers on the understanding that contact would be limited to text messages only and due to the fact that we were both in relationships with women, we would.