I would see the doctor Monday and not fuck anyone until I got a clean bill of health. It was lucky that I did not catch anything, I was clean.This was... a pretty enjoyable time, I just slow fucked her for at least half an hour and this time she had one orgasm after another and I was deep into it. I felt her pussy spasm over and over and on her last orgasm, as her pussy was wide open and more than ready as I dumped a huge load into her that must have hit the back of her throat. That was one great. He walks into the bedroom and then out to the balcony. "I see your suitcase on the bed, but its empty. I want you to go in there and pack. Do it now Alexus." I start to argue again, but see the serious look in his eyes. I know better than to challenge that look so I go back in to pack.What to pack?? Where am I going, and for what reason? David stands in the doorway and smiles, enjoying my confusion. "Pack the slinky red dress, the short black one, and the backless navy cocktail dress, all my. He shifted his cane to the other hand and held out his hand for the proffered drink. “Skoal.”“Cheers,” said Peter.“Mazeltov!”“Scotch,” commented Peter’s father, after downing the shot in the paper cup.Frank Boscow nodded. “I got to liking it when I was in Da Nang during the war.” Peter looked at him curiously; Frank rarely discussed his Viet Nam service. “The only way to survive that place was drunk or stoned, and I was just too scared to do drugs! It was either bourbon or Scotch, and I didn’t. She gave a naughty smile but said nothing. We put the bags in place and I rushed out without saying a word.Nothing much happened between us after that. I left home for studies for the next seven years and then a job for two years. I went home only during holidays. When we saw each other I involuntarily used to scan her big curves. She used to smile and we used to speak briefly. She remained my fantasy queen all through.Recently I found this job here in Hyderabad. As I said I work from home most.