”I left Tommy’s belongings twixt the washer and dryer, fit right in there, then retreated to the living room and took station in my chair.I figure... they wouldn’t do it right off, and I was correct. Girl was talking a mile a minute down there, laughing adorably. Tommy was laughing along with her.“They’re probably laughing at you.”“Probably,” I answered.“Tommy, look, your stuff! I’ll help you unpack, and we’ll hang your uniforms so that they don’t get wrinkled. I have a great iron just in. I had read recently a fine written work by the Marquis De Sade describing his incarcerated musings and have to admit the stark images made me more susceptible to the urge for copulation regardless of the age or physical appeal of the masculine side of the equation.In other words, if I could get the fellow hard enough to enter my territorial waters, I didn’t care if he was a Pirate or a Saint as long as he could get to the finish line without losing his hardened state and determined desire to. What on earth could have caused all this? You were sure you watered the fields before heading off to bed last night. All those vegetables, all that time caring for them... ALL THAT MONEY BUYING THE SEEDS... GONE!! You feel yourself starting to lose it, when a thought pops into your head. Didn't Clorica say tomorrow was the Spring Harvest Festival? How are you supposed to make your showcase with no vegetables?You start to panic as you drop down to your knees, sifting through the horribly mangled. She was spent, drifting on the moment, totally relaxed.Danny began to move faster, his body slapping against hers, his balls bouncing against her bottom, filling her, as he moved to his own peak. She felt him rise, stiffening, his cock incredibly hard as it levered her open with thrust after thrust. And then he was there, his whole body tense. She felt his tummy quake; as he stopped. She felt repeated feather light touches deep within her as his spurts filled her. He made a few little thrusts,.