”Tom slid up so he was to my left.I grabbed his right hand and put it on my boner. Then I looked at him and puckered my lips.Tom felt my throbbing m...ember and stroked it.I turned to him and looked into his eyes saying, “You dirty fucker, stroke my cock.”Soon I squirt out some very hot and wet precum onto his gorgeous hand.Then I paused to gain some self-control over the cock juice still in me, not yet spilled outGooey white cum spunk still in my balls.George then said, “Hey, why don’t we all. Instead she felt nauseous.“Kat, I think we need to stop.”“Mishka?”“I’m gonna be sick.”After the heaves, Emily piled herself up into the front seat but felt no better. Katerina insisted on driving on, but Emily felt weaker and weaker. Three miles further, and Emily whispered, “Kat, it’s getting worse.”“That’s not possible, it was only seconal. You will feel better soon.”“No, Kat, I feel like...”“Emily?”“I think I’m dying.”Katerina slammed on the brakes and pulled over.Preston-Emily indeed was. "It was as the soothing violin cords played from the small radio that I finally felt some peace. Two years ago, I defeated Saren and Sovereign at the Citadel, I was killed by a Collector ship on the edge of Council space, and at last brought back to life by an organization that I was actively opposing previously. Things were always quiet between my usual excursions - my crew taking as much time to themselves as possible on a mission like this. As I was reading a story about the First Contact. You see, I work as my fiance’s secretary, and I certainly don’t want him getting suspicious of my getting calls from a strange man.”“I see,” Rick said. “I think that calling Maddy each week will be fine. I would like to know by Monday, or Tuesday, however. Maddy usually sets up personal things for us anyhow.”“Yes, I can do that,” June replied. “I am available Monday thru Thursday. I may be available on an occasional Friday. My fiance’ is on the road most days, but most Fridays, we plan on.