I guess I was also doing a good job because Dorothy was voicing her satisfaction.‘Oh yes Babs, fuck me all in, . . . . that way Babs . . . . fuck ha...rd and fast like you are doing’.‘I am cum-ing’, she said. At the same time our mouths were having a ball. I got my orgasm and I felt that Dorothy got hers too. I said, ‘lets keep going, lets count orgasms’. And with that and the fact that it was a dildo, which it would not deflate, Dorothy and I kept the mutual fuck going for quite some time. It was. After a moment she put a finger on my lips to silence me."Dad, don't worry. You're the best."Then she kissed my cheek. I was on cloud nine all the way to Heathrow.All the positive thoughts were needed since in three hours there was no extra time while changing planes in Heathrow. Changing planes in Casablanca would probably never be fun. When we finally arrived in Togo, I was not surprised that, though we were there, our luggage was not. Nor was I surprised that there was no one to meet us at. So we used to exchange it whenever one of us wanted it.So this started with atlas.I gave my atlas and it is with her only and me and my parents shifted to Hyderabad from my village.I forgot my atlas with her and for some function, I went to my village and attended that function and reached her home to take the atlas book which I have given.When I entered their home my beauty was sitting on the sofa and watching tv. The way she sat gave me a boner on the spot and it was difficult for me to hide. .”I closed my eyes, willed myself to be calm. Sirens. Flashing lights. Voices. Male. Female. Guy in through the passenger door, talking gently, assessing. Talking. Bunch of attention, men, mechanical things, door popped off the driver’s side, I’m gently extracted onto a board, stuffed into the back of an ambulance, and off we go.“Cellphone,” I hiss at the paramedic. “ICE. Dial it and tell my husband.” “ICE” was “in Case of Emergency”, a contact list we all keep on our cellphones.One of the guys.