Each day he was up at 6:30, took an early train into the city, mornings at Columbia, in class, a few hours in the afternoon at the office (mostly fami...iarizing himself with the far-flung Cyaxares holdings), then an early afternoon train home. He ate each night with his parents, and then drove up to Jack’s rented farm, more than an hour and a half north, into the Hudson Valley, rarely returning before one in the morning. It was a good thing Kate was away because he doubted he had the vim to be. Her hand was still working her slimy hole so I pulled it aside and placed my cock along her wet slit. I slid the tip up and down feeling the warmth and slick arousal. She shuddered when the tip of my cock bumped her clit that was swollen and poking out of her mound.I slid the tip down to her hole, looked into her eyes that were slits in her head. I pushed it forward, I felt her lips spread around the tip of my cock and slowly penetrated her letting her feel the rim of my cock head as I. My girlfriend looked up at he with a smile as a stream of spit dangled from her chin and said, “Sorry, I just needed to get some, you know?” as she wiped the spit from her mouth and chin.“Oh honey, I’m not upset, I know exactly what you mean! I just wanted to come over here and find out if I could get some too!”My jaw dropped open as my girlfriend held up my long throbbing spit soaked cock and said, “Absolutely!”All I could do was moan as she let our new friend start sucking on my long hard. ‘Do you wish to pray?’ ‘I should give thanks for my recovery, yes.’ She shot him a dry and suddenly angry look. ‘Perhaps you should thank him, also, for sending you a woman who knew how to look after you. Or, better yet, for sinking your vessel in the first place.’ She unfolded her legs and stood up, hands upon her hips. ‘Do as you please. I am glad you are better today.’ She strode past him, and he turned to walk alongside her. ‘If not praying, what were you doing?’ he asked, careful to keep.