We helped Joyce onto the bed and I got on face first between her legs and attacked her soaked cunt. Her clit was big and each time I touched it she ju...ped and moaned. I did not know why but John left the room. Actually he went to make some phone calls. Four other guys worked at our company. Three of them were married and one was divorced. They went in age from twenty to fifty. John called each of them. The conversation each time went like this, Do you want to fuck the bosss wife. Joyce is here. Jack was the son of the former chief of the Santa Fe Railroad Police Department, Chief Ottaviano DiAbbruzzo, known by most as Otto Bruiser, although his son was more proud of his Italian heritage, or had more fun listening to people’s mispronunciations of his name. John suspected it was the latter.In either case, John and Otto had been friends going way back, and knew his son since he was knee-high to a grasshopper. He got along with him very well way back when, and he was almost something of. Hema: I am fine, it just that I am disturbed.Me: Mam, I know something is definitely wrong.Hema: Call me Hema, no one is around. And let’s get back home quick.Me: Okay.After reaching home I messaged her and kept asking her why she was sad. Next evening everyone left early and we both were left behind. I repeatedly kept calling her Hema to give me that, Hema give me this. I was enjoying calling her by her name.While riding back home she had wrapped her hand around my stomach, usually, she used. We served them, and had earned whatever amusements we desired.The plane tires screeched, the thrust reversals roared, and my seat belt dug into my waist as we landed. The plane rattled, shook, groaned, and then we slowed to a crawl, the thrust reversals died down, and the plane made a gentle turn. Through the window I could see the other planes landing, part of the fleet of aircraft that followed the Gods around. They carried soldiers, vehicles, spare parts, and there was one plane that was.