'Status report, ' she subvocalized, activating her body monitor.Her inner ear resonated with the response. 'Blood pressure one sixty over ninety-five....Heart rate is one hundred ten. Your blood sugar is sixty-eight. You are eighty-five percent hydrated. You have been unconscious for seventy-six hours. Location is ... unknown.'"What do you mean, 'unknown'," she asked out loud. "What is my GPS position?"'No GPS signal is being received, ' the unit responded. 'Your transponder is not. Mmm” she sighed as I parted her wet lips with my swollen head and slowly pushed it in forcing her to gasp, “OH FUCK YESSSS!” she cried as she contracted her cunt muscles as my cock slid into her tight hole.I felt no discomfort and no pian as I slowly got into my rhythm and with Vikki gently gyrating her hips whish helped the flow I was soon panting as her globes pressed against my chest forcing her stiff nipples to dig in, OMG I knew from the start I wasn’t going to last long as it felt like. We have played around with sexual encounters by texting each other following an innocent theme but in a sexual manner, joking with each other about how our bodies are reacting to each other, and some fondling of each other. But the full act of making love seemed to never happen. Travis kept reassuring me, ‘You wait it will. I will surprise you one of these days.’ Our casual relationship continued on for quite some time with some moments rather intense. I about gave up on the idea of our. I married her for two main reasons. She had 48 DD’s and loved to show them off. It didn’t occur to me how much she loved to show them off and how much she was will to do with them. She never took our vows serious. I refused not be a cuckold man. When checks started bouncing and I discovered her large drug stash, a quick divorce was the next step. Then, I lost my full-time job due to down sizing and my part-time job was interfering with being a single father. I risked everything, loaded the car.