I won't deny that I found him attractive, but I never picked up on any of his mannerisms that he was a fan of the pink oboe. It was like a bolt from t...e blue.'Seen many trouser snakes then, Bill?' I jokingly enquired.'Oh, yes. Especially in my younger days.' he said with a wistful glint in his eye.Well, well. I never would have guessed. That would explain his time in the likes of Thailand.Perhaps it was the alcohol in my system, but I felt quite bold, and the blood flowing slowly to my cock was. The contrast with my sister's panties was striking. They were a bigger size, and much sexier and more feminine. Made of white satin they were more lacy, and although a bigger size than my sister's much skimpier, with a high waistband but with the legs cut away at the sides so that the hips and the lower part of the buttocks would be on display when worn. I untangled the panties and gasped audibly at what I saw. A long thick smear of green discharge ran the length of the crotch. In fact longer. Was it the destroyer entering the wormhole or was it another ship exiting here? Even if the destroyer went through, there might be weapon systems guarding this side of the wormhole. I plan to stop short and observe for a while. I have never been in a position in combat where I had too much information about the enemy, and I am certainly not in that position now,” he finished with a grim face.Fifteen minutes later, and at maximum magnification, there was the faint shimmer of a wormhole just as. “But you are right by dear Warren, we fuck and we keep fucking till only exhaustion calls a halt. Something that he appreciated for it was only women like Sue and others that he kept on file that eased the longing that his wife had made clear was not on her agenda, at least not with him.Sue knew how to fuck; she imprisoned him between her thighs and worked in rhyme to his every thrust. She pulled his head onto her tits, pushing her nipples into his mouth and gave off gasps of appreciation and.