“Oh baby”, she cooed pushing back on him trying to force him even deeper. Grabbing onto her shoulders he fucked her with deep long strokes. She wa... his and he had to show her that. Picking up speed as he kissed her along her spine caused her to call his name. Gently at first but it got louder and more guttural with each thrust. He knew this meant she was cumming. Not letting up on her he felt her arse muscles contract around him. She yelled all mother of bad language as a torrent of cum. It was just that she was smaller and weakerthan he was: one of the few. He had the feeling that she sort of lookedup to him. Again, one of the few. He did, sort of, enjoy struttingaround in front of her.His tormentor seemed psychic as she spoke again. "Well, you might bejust a wee bit disappointed in that regard. Did you know that she'sgrown quite a bit since you last saw her? Probably bigger than you now.Made the finals of the junior state tennis tournament? She's becomequite an athlete. Don't. Two port-doors at the end of the ship opened that had not been used in over 500 years. It was the same with the Nuc-Gas fuel tanks that supplied the thrusters, but we were pushed deep in our seats, they worked just as they should and accelerated us much faster than I expected, but managed to press the words: “Computronic activate Inertia Absorbers. Switch to space operation.”The pressure that had us almost black out was gone and the systems voice said. “Craft configured to space travel. Please. She looked pale because of her dark, Gothic-style hair. She was au naturel with thick eyebrows and very bushy, unruly pubic hair. She shaved her legs and arms, but not her pubes, nor her armpits. Her beau was Andrew, the athlete, witty, good-natured and always ready with a joke. His penis was short, but offset by his bull-like, low hanging balls. He had a nice crop of hair, always combed neatly, yet sparse down below, which was more than compensated by Harriet’s overcrowded forest.Eva was a.