” Ivan laughed, “The kitchen crew is having a morning off.”“What did John have?” Jenny asked.“Steak medium-rare,” Ivan said.“The same ...for me,” Jenny said.At the end of the line was toast, coffee, silverware, and napkins.John was standing looking at the ten-foot serving line made from four 2 X 4’s. The carpenter had been busy. Curtis and Frank were helping Ivan. They had decided they wanted to become cooks so when the spaceships showed up, they could be the cooks on the spaceships. “Medium rare. . Where? Oh, aboutseven, eight miles west of Chesterton. He... Yeah. He was walking downthe road and looked lost and confused, so we picked him up, and he saysthere's a cousin waiting for him in Bedford. What? Okay, I'll wait."The conversation paused for a few seconds. Presumably the officerworking the missing persons desk was checking the database for Dan, andJake and I both waited anxiously to hear back from him or her."Yeah?" Jake said suddenly. "Yeah... Okay. Okay, sure. Thanks, andbye!" He. The hand was back between her thighs. Its fingers were excitedly rubbing and probing every inch of her sex. The fingers were fat sausages and they worked her pussy. First, they pulled her lips apart to massage the most inner part of her labia, then they pinched the lips together slightly applying enough pressure to cause her to squirm and part her legs wider in anticipation. The fingers plunged deeper and deeper inside her as she rhythmically fucked her dream lover. The fingers moved in and. She was dripping wet when her folds squished against his lips. He’d gone down on her quite a few times, and it was a noticeable difference. She was really getting off on the whole thing. “Do it,” she told him, and punctuated it by wiggling her hips. Sore as he was, he was determined not to disappoint. A broad lap coated his tongue in her abundant honey, and culminated in a stiff lick of her clit. She responded with a gasp and a lurch. Wiggling his tongue at the apex of her labia proved.