That - that can't be me! she thought as she gazed at her reflected image. Even with her spacer's haircut, the woman in the mirror looked absolutely st...nning!It is, indeed, you, Commander. Or perhaps for the evening, I should call you Ms. Olsen, her MI communicated. As I said earlier, you are quite beautiful by Earth standards. Even beautiful women, however, do not keep the Grand Admiral waiting in the corridor.For the evening, Sangeeta laughed, feeling suddenly giddy, call me Sangeeta. And. One day she was working and I started flirting with her and she said she needed to take off her shoes as they were pinching her feet. I naturally offered to rub her feet for her so she sat down and allowed me to do so. As I massaged her left foot I could see up her dress; right up to her crotch. I couldn't avert my eyes and blurted-out how much I liked the glimpse of her yellow panties under her tights! She gave me a knowing smile and asked if I wanted to see more - how could I resist.She. It was a difficult task for her. Her panties were crusted over with dried boy cum and her pussy was already starting to drool in anticipation of the coming evening with her son. Halfway up the walkway she saw the front door open and John appeared on the porch. He was wearing only his shorts, and the bulge in his pants made it obvious to Susan that he was very happy she was home. She smiled at him in a warm, motherly way as she approached the front door.John jumped from the porch and grabbed. Eventually , in the wee small hours, I was rewarded with a short energetic fuck that ended with a mindblowing seeding of her spasming cunt in the missionary position. We clung together , kissing hard as our mated groins convulsed in unison. By then I was all in , no pun intended! My exhausted body pinned her slightness to the bed . I felt my cock slowly deflating, shrinking in its sheath of hot bubbling juiciness. Brenda gave a slight push with her hand; I took the cue and rolled sideways off.