“Just do it,” she said, “I want to feel every drop inside me, I hate rubbers don’t you.”I shot my load. Pulse after glorious pulse, flooding...her with my stuff. I felt really really great ten times better than her mom, maybe because she wasn’t faking it.I paused a moment before pulling out.“So I get the job, your girlfriend?” she asked flippantly as she mopped her puss with her skirt.“No,” I replied coming to my senses. “Its not right.”“May be you should have thought about that before you shot. Why are you here? How did you know where I was? How did you know that I was using an Uber? How is this even possible?" I was unsure whether to be freaked out and call the police or be incredibly turned on by this romantic gesture. And while I had my hand on my phone, I could also feel that a fire started to burn inside me. No one had ever done anything like this for me before, creepy or not."Jill, no need for you to worry about the details. I am here now, and I will take care of the rest. You. She was bursting with joy as their oldest child walked down the steps, her smile radiant. Sarah felt Michael yield and hug her back. Her heart leapt, and just as quickly fell, as she felt him stiffen and release her. She continued to smile at their daughter as tears fell. At least for a moment she had felt the old, caring Michael ... the Michael who had loved her for so long. Maybe there was hope.She and Michael stood and chatted for a little while after the ceremony as they waited for Nicole. After several minutes she looked at me and smiled. "Did you mean what you said?" she asked."Yes, of course." I answered. "You can call me Sarah." she said.After an hour or so we pulled up to the Beach House. To her it was a beach house, to me it was as big as a castle. She told the driver to go someplace and wait for her call. He drove off. We walked up to the house and entered. She signaled me to keep quiet and she quickly went through the place room to room."A damn it, she's not here." Sarah.