She hobbled to the bridge of the ship and sat in the chair lowering Azriel to her lap and he grabbed her silken dress in his chubby hands and held on....She fired up the ship lifted off through the hanger door in the roof. She hoped desperately that Micheal did manage to get away as she guide the ship away from the palace. Suddenly the ship lurched, her arm snaked around Azriel to hold him to her as she was flung forward in her seat slaming her head against the console. Dazed she looked at the. “Jeez, lady. You don’ wanna go there. Where ya’ from, Paducah?”I could do New York. And did it pretty well. “No, I am not from Paducah. Sutton Place. Where are you from, Arthur Avenue?” Tourist stretch.That had him muttering to himself, “Okay, your funeral. I ain’t waiting round.”“Yes, in fact you are. According to Mr. Goldstein.”More muttering.He crossed the East River on the 59th Street Bridge, just as if we were heading to LaGuardia. Turned up some terrible techno-rock, mostly drums. I sat. He felt wretched, guilty, a fool.“Er,” he faltered, “About last night...”“Yes?” she said again, and again she waited.“Look, I’m sorry. I got so wound up by what Ozzy said and then the others backed him up, saying you loved me and were conning me by making yourself indispensable to get back with me, and I got so angry...”“I do love you but I’m not conning you. So what do you want, David?”“I wish I could take all that stuff I said last night back. I don’t want you to go. I’m asking you to stay. I. I imagine that she knows I’m here, that she knows I can see her and wants me to get off while she does.My cock is the hardest and fattest I’ve ever felt it. I’m beating all 7 inches of it with a tight fist. It’s lubed up with my spit and my hand just glides up and down it, from the head all the way down to the base, my big loose balls swinging with each jerk. I can just imagine myself inside her tight, warm pussy. Man she would love it.I can see her getting really worked up now. Her hand in her.