She was quiet for a moment, and then she explained.“Well, we do presents and stockings for each other. Mom always bought us stocking stuff, and she ...kept it going long after we knew Santa wasn’t real. And so after she died we agreed we’d each buy and wrap a few stocking stuffers for the other one. We set a spending limit for the stockings each year. Usually it’s like $50 each, but this year Jess said we could each only do $30. She gives me the money to buy stuff for hers, and she spends the same. Not wanting to cum before I fucked her. I lifted her head off my cock, stood up and pushed her on the bed again. Spreading her legs I fucked her missionary hard and fast until again she started cumming. Then grabbing her hair I flipped her over and entered her pussy from behind fucking her good and hard doggy style as she groaned and moaned with every thrust. I was close to cumming but right before I did, I pulled out just in time and shot my cum all over her sweet little ass. After lying. Jerry and the other man, I couldn't even recollect his name now, looked me over uncertainly for a little while and then everybody walked back out. It was apparent they couldn't identify me for sure, and in court "I guess so, maybe" doesn't wash.My accommodations in jail were a little, well, Spartan, but the mattress was acceptable and thankfully vermin-free, and the food was at least nourishing even if it fell far short of Lee's cooking and the restaurants where we occasionally took meals. I. And at six tons per full-grown elephant, even a small cloud already weighs far more than Sally and myself put together. That let me decide for this cloud that our weight was insignificant. Once I realized this I was able to enjoy the ride.I will say that even riding on a cloud can't improve much on Sally's own excellent ride.One world we entered appeared to be in the midst of an immense war, with shells falling all around us. It was a wild dash across the segment, dodging both the falling.