" Okay, but do you really like him? Does he make your heart skip a beat, your pulse flutter? Is he all you think about when he's away, what he's doing... is he thinking of you?" No," Jane said looking down, "I've never felt like that." So you two are just friends?" Cynara asked."He has made suggestions that he might be on the cusp of proposing," she demurely looked down."But if he did, you wouldn't say yes would you?" Cynara asked worriedly."He is a perfectly respectable man, and I would have no. Any thought of the danger from what we were doing was gone from my mind, washed away by the pleasure of making love to my stepfather. As one of Dad's hands massaged one of my breasts his other tweaked my other nipple.That did it. I slammed my pussy down on his cock and groaned as electric bolts of pleasure shot from my breasts and clit and penetrated deep inside of me, meeting where the head of Dad's cock was. My vagina spasmed around that hard prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding that. I opened the door fully and stood to one side. We must have looked a sight if anyone saw us. Me in a thigh high robe and her the traditional modest Muslim girl. “Katy!” I shouted up the stairs. “You best get down here.”I followed Kali into the living room, she’d visited enough to know her way round our house, usually as I guest of Katy’s in the daylight hours. Katy had hurried down the stairs she hadn’t bothered with a dressing gown and was in just her t-shirt. As soon as she saw Kali she. Michael and Chaz looked at each other soberly. Like everyone else, both in the Human Diaspora and still on Earth, they'd tried hard to avoid thinking of Earth's ultimate fate. The room was silent as everyone present struggled to imagine what kind of life would be able to survive that gruelling environment.Melodie and her daughters were impressed by the family restaurant their new sponsor had referred to as The Beauty Saloon. The fancy Art Deco decor, the fancy meals, the fancy cocktails, the.