All of a sudden his hands moved from my arse but he was still licking and sucking and then one hand returned to steady me and I was totally lost in th... moment and didn’t realize he was wanking his own cock with his other hand.. WOW!!I moaned as his tongue flicked around my balls licking up and down the shaft and the old guy seemed to be enjoying himself as his head started to bob up and down on my throbbing meat, he was really up for this and even in my condition he was sending shivers through. Jarrah’s own eyes are the colour of storm clouds… a deep steely grey, but Silas has eyes the colour of unfired terracotta clay, deep and earthy. The warmth of them thaws her soul on the coldest of winter days, and cheers her heart at even the worst times. His hair is only slightly darker, but looks almost like the bleached wood of her chair in the bright full sun. When she sees him again, she will run her fingers through it as she kisses him full and slowly. She loves to tousle his hair. In her. And I'll bet he gives her what for in bed!" he speculated."Would you pass me the salt, please..." The familiar voice of his wife startled him, at once interrupting his chain of thought. Annoyed, he reached for one of several salt and pepper sets on the table and set them down before her plate."Thank you..." Susan said distinctly, in such a way that he knew she was rebuking him for not talking to her since they sat down at the table. Usually his reaction to such an attitude on her part would be. Mercifully, Miller finished his last-minute instructions as they approached the lander port. Clapping his hand in obviously forced camaraderie on Zo's back, he said loudly, "It's in your hands now, Sergeant." Looking up into the lander he called out "Good luck, Dr. Meiers­dot­tir, Igwanda, all of you."Showing a little embarrassment, Zo climbed on board. Meiersdottir looked askance at his attire, but opted to say nothing. "Thank you, Maj. Miller," she called back. "Sue, I think we're ready as.