Hell, I don’t understand what a pocket planet is, so why should they?” he muttered under his breath.With Jeff’s hearing, he heard what Morales s...id. “Our learning will be an ongoing process,” the Prime assured him.At eight, everyone who lived in the Retreat was sitting in the giant living room chatting when the General, Ellen and Barbara walked in. The wives took seats, but Whitworth stopped to stand near the big fireplace as the room quieted. He had a large pouch that seemed to contain. It looked as though she wasn't wearing any knickers but as I found out later that they were white high cut briefs. Her copper skin was accentuated by the pure white of her dress. Her small but perfect breasts showed in a low cut neckline. There was no hint of a bra and her nipples showed through the thin material of the dress. I engaged her in small talk, offered to buy her drinks, that sort of thing. We got chatting, and I found out that she was neither Japanese nor Chinese, but was in fact. I could feel my cum starting to build as Victor continued to suck. I could tell the end was near and we both would be ejaculating soon.I wet my middle finger and starting pushing it in Victors hole. My mouth went back to his dripping cock. I felt my finger start sliding up Victors tube. Victor started moaning loudly, like a bitch in heat. The tip of my finger past his second ring and started tapping on his prostate. I felt his cock start trobbing in my mouth as he began to ejaculate. Tap, tap,. I’d never been kissed before, and wasn’t exactly sure how to go about initiating it. Father slid his tongue between my lips and teased my own. I extended my tongue to him and shyly probed his. He curled over me, wetly entangling our members, tickling the excited nerves there. I had to suppress a giggle, and curved my lips against his, my heart lightening in my chest. Daddy’s kissing me! Our lips sucked gently against as our tongues engaged in a lustful dance, wriggling and exploring, a language.