. you know how it goes. So I left home unescorted, and, tell the truth, a little nervous.First month was pure hell. Biggest town I ever seen, most peo...ple ditto, new schedules, new guys to impress, new girls to check out and be too shy to approach, new economic problems, way too much schoolwork: Julie and babies almost began to seem like an attractive option. Truth was, I felt like a fuckin' hick, way outa my depth. Finally, reluctantly, I realized I wasn't gonna cut it unless I made an effort.. A go bag was a simple thing to put together, two or three pairs of panties, bras, socks, a sweatshirt and sweat pants, a couple tops and - in mine - a pair of cargo pants for all the pockets, jeans, good slacks and a top with a jacket.The flight had barely gotten off the ground before I was on the State departments video system. I had only intended to chat with Ambassador Bernardi for a general update on the Nimule refugee camp.When the control panel lit up that I was on the system, I was paged. "I don't know...that was amazing, but... my pussy feels like it has shut for business tonight. You pounded the shit out of it and I came twice." I had cupped her mound with my hand. "I reckon I could get you going again," I murmured. "Oh yeah, how would you do that?" "There's a couple of videos of me screwing my ex on my laptop. They're pretty good. You wanna see?" "Ok, why not?" she laughed."Ok," I said, five minutes later. "What have we got here? How about this one. I dump a load right in her. Into her bedroom.She was on the bed, tears streaming down her face. Looking at him with fear in her eyes. She threw the bedside lamp at him as she screamed, “Get out! Get the fuck out!”He glanced at the dent in the wall and the shattered lamp on the floor. Slamming the door closed to quelch his anger before turning back to her.Her eye was still bruised and there was now a cast on her arm from the fight a week earlier. He looked at her belly and the bump growing there. It was the reason for his.