...Fuck, I've wanted this for a long time....do it, daddy, do it. Fuck your little princess.”He knew what she wanted and she had just given him the...green light. He started off slow, pulling out until only the head was left inside before he pushed back in. He was starting to fuck his little pumpkin harder and harder with no protection and he was loving the warmth of her cunt. Her cunt felt perfect, as if it had been especially made for his cock. It was the sheath to his dagger, the holster. Finally my bladder released a trickle of nervous pee. I had no further reason to be there, so I started to leave.I stepped out and saw him still standing at the urinal. Again he looked at me over his shoulder, this time a little longer. We made eye contact, I smiled and nodded a hi, he did the same.As I started to leave he partially turned. I was almost out of the door at that point, but my instinct made me stop. I took a step backwards and looked again. He turned a little more and I saw that. With almost painful slowness the two massive, metal structures drifted closer to each other, simple inertia moving the third nuclear power plant that was to equip the colossal ship towards the farm dome it would be supplying. At various distances from the operation men watched on with differing emotions, those emotions ranging from the total indifference exhibited by some of the Pakistani construction workers who'd been pressed into service up to the barely concealed euphoria of the Arab. Monique had suddenly stopped struggling so violently. Her body was now churning in a different manner. It almost seemed to be searching for the giant penis. The man suddenly reached down and she saw his hand grasp the flimsy silk band of the protective panties, ripping it away like tissue paper. She could see clearly the exposed hair covered furrow between her splayed thighs. The narrow red slit glistened in the dim light and she could make out mouth-shaped lips of her vagina that seemed even.