Bf: to bartan lae k gya ku ni.COOK : Shab maemsahib itna mast nachte hai ke bs man he ni kiya janae ka aur aise mast maal ko nachta dekh k mera khada ...o gya so socha thoda iski pyas bhuja lun.I was shocked to hear that cook’s word’s and was amazed to see his guts but at the same time feeling more ashamed but a feeling of thrill also come across me and I started feeling more horny. And I even looking at cook’s dick hiding in his lungee and can easily see that its very big and thick must be. It was here that he sat for most of his waking life (distracted only by the Holy Bible) and where he slept under an unrelenting bright glare. The only opportunity for exercise was during his excursions to the lavatory where he might have to queue for hours to relieve his bowels. There were no windows or portals on the space ship. From the inside all that could be seen was the curved arch of the walls and ceiling. Without the luxury of artificial gravity, it was only the magnetic grip of his. I saw him look at my breasts in my soaking bra. He looked down. My panties were now almost see through with being so wet.I soaped his chest, under his arms, down over his stomach. I knelt in front of him."Right one foot. Now the other one," I gently washed each side of his swelling manhood. Over his thighs. I was so close as I washed him he must have been able to feel my breath on his cock.I suddenly saw the effect I was having on my young son. I saw the dark curls surrounding his cock. Saw it. Torn admitting I had another man’s cock between my legs, but I had already told him, and grateful because this is how I feel, that it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t sex because we had our clothes on.I looked up into Al’s eyes and said, “It didn’t mean anything Hun, feeling a black man’s big black cock stroking my pussy.”Al mouthed the words, “Hungry wet pussy.”I said, “My hungry wet pussy.”Al mouthed, “You liked it, and thought about how it would feel fucking you.”I echoed, “I did like it Joe..