”“I see, you have some shore leave then.”“Three months,” he growled, “I might have gone stir crazy was it not for Ash.”Jules didn’t pr...ess him for more details, he wasn’t sure if the Borealan would get offended, or if he would give him far more information than he actually wanted. Instead, they chatted about Araxie for a little while as they walked along the curving deck. The grizzled old soldier wasn’t interested in the diplomatic side of things, but Jules could shed a lot of light on the. I even wrapped them around the banana. Freud would have a hey day with the analogy.About an hour after he left for work I sent him a text message. And then followed up with another one every hour.I think I was proudest of the "Kiss me... Spank me... Lick me... Fuck me... I'll be waiting" one the most. That was the text that got me a phone call. The rest just described what I wanted him to do to me and what I wanted to do to him.It wasn't completely my fault. He had teased the ever loving hell. Then Blondie’s tall friend, Brian, decided he also wanted part of the action. He left Cleo on her knees and climbed on to the table. He kissed Blondie on the mouth before he bent down to lick my clit as Blondie fucked me. Then I felt Blondie remove his dick from my cunt and offer it to Brian who took it into his mouth without question. Now my fuck hole was also empty, and I desperately wanted every orifice filled.I grabbed Brian’s cock protruding from his trousers and stuck his knob in my. He didn’t text. He didn’t call. He didn’t show up. She had waited a while and had several drinks. Then she had a few more and waited longer. She had finally realized he wasn’t coming and had one more, before requesting a car to take her back home. She got in the back of the Uber car and steamed. She didn’t remember the ride home, but she got out after it arrived in front of her house. She walked up to the door, drunker than she realized, fumbled with her keys and let herself in. She was leaning.