Ben started to stroke his cock slowly while looking at Erin’s open pussy. She was incredibly wet, everything was shining with her juices. She starte... to tilt her pelvis up and down, as though she were grinding or fucking him already. “Please! Please fuck me. I need you to fill me!” she pleaded. Ben’s cock was now secreting precum, and quite a lot of it at that. There was a slender ribbon of his fluid hanging from the tip of his cock right down to Erin’s pussy. He leaned back slightly, pointed. ”I know, but mom doesn’t weigh much. What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?”Ok, I’ll sit on your lap but if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop.” I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed ok let’s get our showers so we can get on the road. My shower didn’t take long since and I would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours.I wanted to wear something real comfortable. My jeans would be too tight. Plus it was too hot to wear them. I looked in my closet as. A wholly owned subsidiary of the Miranda corporation.Merry and I were over eighty and looked to be somewhere around eighteen. Biologically we were eighteen. After the Typhon succeeded in her commissioning tests Merry and I signed on as the heads of engineering and medical, respectively.Our captain was George O'Neill, a detail-oriented, no-nonsense captain from his soles to his hair. He was astounded that I had so many patents on field generators. When he learned that Merry had designed the. ‘What on earth’s going on?’ he asked, but without waiting for an answer, shepherded me into his front door, and sat me down on his overstuffed sofa. PART ONE A couple of months later, I was living with Judith, in her nice townhouse, sharing the rent, and ‘getting a life’ as they say. With Judith, I went out to parties, avoiding the advances of a flattering number of men, and steering well clear of Gerry, who tried to get in touch by telephone, email, and even by knocking on the door several.