<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Seraphina "Sera" Spalding <strong>Location:</strong>Airport, on the way home.<strong>Tags:</strong>Mommy's coming home! (Name Change, Deal With It)</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/hkXBM5i.png)</div><br/>It had been several weeks since I was home.  This trip to Prague was so utterly dull.  Business meeting after business meeting.  I had to spent way too much time in offices and board rooms trying to get my investments done and settled.  I had to make sure that my children never had a need or want for money in the future.  They were my life and I wanted the best for them.  I'd spent so much time abroad that there was little time to do anything else, though, there was this blog that I read..<br/><br/>Something about a brother fucking his sister.  Something about it just.. hit so many buttons that left me panting, dripping wet and so eager to get home, but I had to deal with these issues first.  Then, I could come home and ravage my wife until we were both screaming out our passions for the world to hear and damn anyone for trying to stop us!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With my phone to my ear, I sighed into the receiver,<strong>"Look.. I know that the investment is risky, but trust me, this will be big.  Very big.  Just wait until I'm back in the states, okay?  Yeah.. yeah.. fine.. just do it."</strong>I clicked the end call button and leaned back in my chair, the plane had just landed at the airport and I glanced out the window,<em>I wonder what Andi and the kids are doing right now...</em>I thought.<br/><br/>Flicking my phone back to life, I tapped my way over to Andi's number, tapping the text, my fingers were a practiced blur as I typed in my message to my lovely wife.<br/><br/><em>Hey, hon!  I just landed!  I should be home in about an hour, might be longer.  Hope you and the kids are doing alright.  I can't wait to see you.. god, Andi.. I've missed you.. I can't wait to hold you again.  Love you, see you very soon. XOXO</em><br/><br/>A flick of my wrist and the phone snapped off.  Sitting on the plane, first class of course, waiting for the other passengers to depart was the most excrutiatingly slow process I have ever been a part of.  But, no matter, I was almost home and soon.. I'd have my wonderful, sexy Andi with me again.. how I ached for her.. It would be a miracle if I didn't just rip her clothes off once I stepped into the house and had my way with her.. I wouldn't even care if the kids saw.<em>No.. bad thoughts, Sera.. bad thoughts.  You shouldn't be thinking about that.. oh but that blog made it sound so delightful.. so tantalizing.  I wonder who they were.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Finally.."</strong>I exclaim as I get up and head to baggage claim.  Mind you, I don't go to the regular baggage claim.  I have my standards.  I paid the extra bit to have them brought to my car, which should be right outside waiting for me.  The walk to the car was pleasant, to say the least, no real worries, just an aching between my thighs as I fantasized about what Andi and I would be doing for the rest of the day and weekend.<br/><br/>I arrived at the limo, the driver already with the door open and I gingerly stepped inside, taking a seat and lounging in the familiar feel of the seat.  Oh.. how much fun we had had here.  I remember the first time Andi and I first kissed.  It was right here in this limo, over a glass of champagne to celebrate the immense amount of money we had just made on that joint investment.<em>I can't wait to see them all again, it's been too long,</em>I thought as my thighs rubbed together, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as the limo got closer and closer to home.