"Got a job for that arm?" I just might," he answered. "Military intelligence has gone all oracular on us, and nobody can make heads or tails of that g...obbledygook. There might be something happening, and that's enough to give us cold-iron types gray hair. Nothing for it but to go and look."You know the deal with oracles - they never say what they mean, and there's always six different ways to interpret what they said. Once the eggs hit the skillet, you find out the seventh way, and it always. I grabbed my phone and called, Bella. I asked her if I could have a word with her.“Noel! Is everything fine?” she asked with concern in her voice.“I need to tell you something, if that’s fine with you,” I told her controlling by sobs.“Come over. Let’s talk.”I made my way to Bella’s house. I knocked on her door and waited for her to reply.“Come in, Noel! It’s open.”I made my way in and sat on the couch. I look around and I saw that she was still in her tracksuit. I sat there in silence and then. "All day. Fuck me. All day. Fuck me!" She pulled my palm off the ground and planted it over her lips as she screamed her orgasm. Then I was shooting too, filling her cunt, emptying my balls. Her eyes went wide as they traveled from my face to my waist, watching where we connected, watching as I inseminated her. Her thighs shivered and jiggled and tried to grip me, but we were a tangle of limbs by the end, sore and uncomfortable on the kitchen floor. Monica somehow extricated herself and laid me. With eyes as blue as a winter lake, hair almost jet black, all muscle and all mine, he walked through the door and stopped dead in his tracks. "Well..." He said, clearing his throat, "honey, I'm uh home." A slow sensual smile blooming on his handsome face. He absently kicked the door shut behind him before he walked over to me, our eyes locked on each other. He grabbed my round luscious tush, pressing me against his hardening crotch. He began kissing my neck while I unbuttoned his shirt, my.