Nd told me that there had been an accident. I asked how bad and their eyes told the story I didn’t get hysterical, or scream, or anything like that.... The darkness that moved over me mercifully took care of that. When I opened my eyes, I was on the couch with a cool cloth on my forehead. Through the fog in my mind, I could hear one of them trying to talk to me, asking question that I barely heard. I heard myself mumbling but wasn’t sure that they even heard me. I think they were worried, because. And he’s… you know, playing with himself.”“Yeah. How are you doin’, though?”“I’m doing great, I think, although I’m still embarrassed your dad can see me like this.”I crawled up her body and leaned to one side, one of my legs between hers. I rubbed her cunt with my thigh.“Don’t be embarrassed, Jess. Embrace the moment.”I kissed her. This surprised both of us, but her mouth was right there in front of mine. I kissed her again a little more firmly. My thigh rubbed up and down. I tried to think of. Without the need for foreplay she then lowered herself down onto his throbbing hard cock. Closing his eyes he released a moan of ecstasy as he entered her body. Opening his eyes looking up into hers he thrust his cock deep inside her causing her to moan in delight. She then sat completely up allowing herself to lower down completely consuming his cock inside her. She began to ride her new stallion as the flashes of lighting through the window gave proof to her beautiful silhouette her. Further down, kilometers from the expensively furnished casinos and clean filtered air above and disguised by clouds of smog, were the lower levels known as the Warrens, or Undercity. This was a place for the destitute and desperate. An environment in which massive machinery serving the upper levels never slept, and where the narrow streets housed an unending supply of desperate exploiters, thugs, and gangs that killed for the smallest of insults. The Warrens was a place of desperate survival,.