I ran messages and various other things across the company campus. It was a largely mobile position, one that kept me driving a neat little Yamaha 4x4...across a few acres of large factories and administration buildings on a daily basis. The hours were odd, as I went in around noon and generally clocked out around midnight, but the pay was good (only because of my experience and history with the company) and my manager was one of the nicest guys I knew, an old friend from high school. It was. The numbness was setting in, as I tried to cope with watching Catherine die while trying to save me. Why wasn't it me? Why did it have to be someone as good, and kind, and beautiful as Catherine?There were no answers. Only silence and pain.The Judge called back to tell me that he'd arranged to have the boat evacuated, and his people were on the way to defuse the bomb. In the meantime, they were sending a jet to take me somewhere safe, and pick up Catherine's body. In the meantime I was to lie. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had tight young pussy,” I said, gasping more than laughing. Her pussy was warm, wet, tight and muscular. She squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles as she moved back and forth, taking her pussy off my cock, then slamming it back on hard. “Go easy!” I pleaded. “You’re going to make me cum right here!” Her thrusting motions slowed but didn’t stop as I tried to regain my composure. I couldn’t remember the last time I had experienced such a soft, tight pussy. . I pulled up to the ER entrance and ran inside to get a wheelchair. When I came out, Cherry was heaving herself out of the car and trying to get her bag out of the back seat. I told her she was nuts and to take a seat&hellip, She conceded and sat down while I took the bag from her before wheeling her inside. As she started her check-in process, I went and parked the car. By the time I returned, they had already moved her to maternity. She was having her vitals taken and getting hooked up to all.