As I bent my head down to the nearest breast, my hand was on autopilot and undid the belt and buttons on her pants - guess what - NO PANTIES!!!!!!!I p...layed "Yellow Pages" with her and let my fingers do the walking.Her pussy was soaked. The outer lips were puffed up, and the inner lips were just barely visible with her clit swollen up and protruding about a half inch. Did I mention that she was wet. She was drooling from both ends.I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.Once in the. When I thought about it though, I didn't miss the winters.I had traded in the Outback for a two-year-old Dodge Durango with seating for six comfortably and seven in a pinch. I only needed five spaces, so it was plenty big enough. The V-6 wasn't a gas guzzler and it looked like the vehicle had been kept in good shape. Just to be sure, I asked Seth Miller, our head of maintenance, to give it a once over and he pronounced it to be in good shape. No more trying to squeeze five of us into the Subaru. She had nothing to calm her stomach this time; she’d left her Diet Coke in Gunther’s car, and not thought to grab a bottle from the fridge. Distractedly, she wondered if she had drunk any of the sodas in the refrigerator twice. Requiring more logic skills and concentration than she currently possessed, Rebecca chased the question away with a wave of her hand. Thank God the nausea was only moderate coming back.On her feet, Rebecca limped to the console and stared at the controls. She had no idea. **Though she wept as she watched the huge stone seal the corridor of her mother and father’s tomb, her heart also leapt with joy. Thanks to the patronage of her royal-blooded husband, the tomb of her parents was the finest that their station allowed, and would surely see them swiftly to a place of honor in the afterlife. The paintings, done in her father’s own hand, and finished only days before he died, were a cut above what even most of noble blood would have enjoyed. He had spent his.