Soiled clothes. Soiled with sweat, and underarms, and feet, and her anus, and vaginal emissions. Dresses and pants suits draped over chairs. Socks ran...omly strewn about. Piles of underwear next to the bed. A clothes hamper in the bathroom stuffed full and overflowing on the floor.So many very damp, musky, fragrant clothes ... all of which I would need to smell, many of which I would need to kiss...My penis was getting hard. Damn, I thought to myself. Already?"Beep! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt." My ears. I had plans for a five hundred pound tank mounted above the galley opposite the little runabout or ship's boat that I planned for. Hell, even the toilet worked!She still wasn't ready for launch. I'd spent nearly seventy thousand on her rebuild so far and still had to buy electronics, communications and safety gear. It had taken four years to get that far including the year it took to find the hull. I had almost two hundred and twenty thousand in the bank. I could afford the electronics, davits. Suddenly she jumped and took out my lund from her cunt and looked at me and said “oh no you are not going to fuck my ass look at the size of your cock you will rip me off, last time you really tore my ass apart. I said, if you don’t want it is up to you but my finger felt it is ready, and i resumed fucking her again in cunt. About 20 minutes fuck i came in her cunt unloaded my jism 10 squirts all warm guiee jism was hitting her womb and she got another orgasm. After that we cleaned up, she sat. ” Fran pushed up to all fours and said, “Okay, I tell you what. You’re young and I’m willing to bet that you’re a real stud, so here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to keep doing this until you cum. Then you’re going to do some oral magic on me. Then we’ll see if you’re ready again and when you are, then you can fuck my brains out. Wudda ya think of that plan?” “Why don’t we sixty-nine?” I asked “Not this time. First you, then me, then us. Take it or leave it.” I took Fran’s head and began.