I put my right foot in the airflight machine. “I will be gone until Sunday, sundown!” I told Serena.
“I can’t be without your cock for that long!” said Serena.
“You will have to manage,” I said, putting my left foot in the airflight machine and stirring up the takeoff gear. “There is an automatic pleasure machine in my top desk drawer.”
Serena pouted on the landing strip. “But I want the juices of your cock!” she said.