Thank you for your extreme patience awaiting this installment in the series - life is busy and complicated. Some of the themes in this chapter were inspired and requested by generous readers and correspondents and I hope they find it worthy of their input. Something changed between me and the real person who inspires one of the characters and it definitely interfered with my continuation of the story. I already know that future installments will take a different course that they may have done but, hopefully, that will be for the best. As always, if you're reading this chapter first, you should be able to figure out what's going on but, for the full picture, you may wish to begin at Part 1.
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Small droplets of milk caught the sunlight as she sat above me. Sally's full breasts might be in need of some further suckling but, for now, I was much more interested in her lazy motions up and down on my cock. Her big belly didn't encourage over-enthusiastic fucking but it added a glorious extra dimension to the visuals. Seeing her husband watching us with a detached curiosity, knowing he had the taste of my cum in his mouth, only added to the experience.
In a building such as mine you don't spend a lot of time meeting or socializing with the neighbors but, when Dave and Sally had moved in across the hall the previous year, I'd got to know them by accident. I'd arrived home on their moving-in day to find chaos in the hallway. Apparently a cardboard packing box had beenin a vicious fight with a large refrigerator. The fridge looked dishevelled and a compendium of kitchenware from the box was strewn across the floor. A young hispanic girl with an infant baby in one hand was attempting to pick up the debris with the other.
"Hi." I said, stopping since the path to my door was effectively blocked. "Having fun?"
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" said the girl. "My fridge fell off the wheelie thing, tipped over and broke the box. And my husband has gone back to our old place for more stuff. I told him not to leave the fridge out here!"
I introduced myself and bent to help her pick up. Her name was Sally and the baby was Joanne and they were my new neighbors. Husband (Dave) had to get the rental truck back before evening so he'd rushed off for another load leaving Sally with boxes and the offending refrigerator in the hallway. She'd tried to move the fridge by herself but it fell off the wheeled dolly, tipped over, and the noise woke the baby.
To cut a long story short, the fridge was broken beyond repair. Apart from the usual necessities she needed it to store baby food and formula plus her expressed breast milk and so, in the month until they could afford to replace it, I gave her twenty-four-by-seven access to my refrigerator for which she was eternally grateful. Plus I got to see her most days in dressing gowns, robes, and the rest of her sexy-mommy outfits. My pervert side thoroughly enjoyed all its inappropriate thoughts of her generous, lactating life providers.
Dave too was grateful, in a Dave kind of way. He was my new best friend, especially since we were "in the same line of business". In the same line of business if, for example, I was a twenty-year race-car mechanic and he was in his second year at Jiffy Lube. He drank too much for someone with more bills than income, he was a hundred times more smarter than his wifey, he hated blacks and jews and homosexuals, and football was more important to him than life itself. But he liked me.
Now, only a year-and-change later and Sally was heavily pregnant again when Dave bumped into me in the elevator.
"Ralph! I'm so glad to see you! I just got a new rig from the jews at [redacted, high end computer store]. You have to come see it!"
"Hey Dave, how are you? Sounds cool. I'll have to see it some time."
"No, no, I never get to see you. You have to come see it right now. I've just hooked up the..."
And he rambled on about displays and graphics cards and liquid cooling. We exited the elevator and, as he inserted his key, he really insisted that I come visit.
"Sally! Ralph's here. He wants to see the new toy!"
Sally and a delicious dinnertime aroma came to the doorway. She was dressed in leggings and a stretchy top that was doing its best to contain her seventh-month belly and heavy breasts.
"Oh, hi Ralph, I'm just finishing Dave's dinner but, sure, come in."
I protested, Dave insisted, I visited. Their apartment was much larger than mine with two bedrooms, one of which was Dave's computer's lair, and a real kitchen in which you could actually both cook and sit to eat.
Sally explained that baby Joanne had missed her afternoon nap and was already asleep, hopefully for the night.
Ignoring Sally, Dave dragged me into the bedroom/lair and proceeded to demonstrate every boring aspect of his new love.
Thank God for "Fast Forward", I thought, and I used the shortened version of "the phrase" to skip right through the fifteen-minute demonstration. As he wound down I automatically returned to normal time and my mental "logs" confirmed that absolutely nothing of interest had been missed. Dave was now telling me about his commute home and the offensive black gay that had been on his train. I'd had enough.
I spoke the phase to him and watched for the telltale shadow of sudden, quite attention flicker across his face.
"Dave, you feel tired after work and you need a nap in your chair. You don't care about dinner just yet. You'll stay in a deep sleep until I'm getting ready to leave. If I tell you to wake up, you'll wake and follow my instructions. If I tell you to sleep you'll sleep again immediately. Let's go tell Sally."
We exited the lair and entered the kitchen where Sally was putting the finishing touched to her meal.
"Oh, wow, Sally. That smells good but I'm so tired... working too much..." he actually yawned, "...I think I'll have a nap..."
"Oh Dave but it's ready now." she said, somewhat aggrieved.
"I don't care.. just so tired...I'll...later..." he mumbled walking out to the living room.
Looking upset, Sally went to follow him. I didn't want to cause her any additional grief so I stopped her and used the potent phrase.
