‘I have some photographs. Some of them you have seen. Here.’ I could see her taking out the photos. She laid them on the table one at a time. ‘...I’ve seen them before,’ said Ann with exaggerated patience. ‘It’s him and his other woman.’ ‘At the hotel. Yes, I know. Look at the date and time. And this one in the restaurant, five minutes later. This is the day he disappeared.’ ‘Yes, Yes,’ Ann was getting testy. ‘And that one is them kissing in the foyer and that one is them buying their tickets. So. “Brutus, breed me… Impregnate your little bitch” I moan weakly in pleasure to him. My left arm reaches back to stroke his body and my right hand slips down to my clit, massaging my deeply needful little clit. My fingers are slick with my juices and his cum, and as I pull them back slightly, I can see a heavy string of cum inter-webbing my trigger and middle fingers. I plunge them back against my clit.Again, another wave is rising. I can feel the orgasm build higher, and higher. This time, my. It remained to be seen how that change would play out.As per my usual routine, I arrived at my assigned clinic around 20 minutes before my start time. Sandra was at another clinic (not uncommon), but her BFF Linda was working with me. Since I've been an ER RN for thirty years, more or less, I am acquainted with how women operate: they demonstrate levels of sharing that guys find difficult to imagine. I expected that Linda had received a thorough briefing on our evening together, and on her part. Her nickname was Velma, as in the girl with glasses from the Scooby-Doo show. She did look a little like Velma; she was short and wore glasses. Still, Harry liked her.The other grad student was named Lane Carter. Harry didn't know much about her, other than that she was very good looking. She looked more like a starlet than an archeology student. She was 5-10, large breasted, and had long brunette hair and brown eyes. Harry had heard that she was determined to be taken seriously professionally,.