"Honey, I'm not dressed for anyplace nice. Hell, I'm not even wearing hose. Suppose we go to Howard's place. The guy has some grass and plenty of booz.... We can have a couple drinks there.”They sat in the backseat of the white, stretch limousine with its smoked glass windows and glass panel separating them from the driver. The limo’s interior lights cast a soft bluish glow about the passenger compartment, as Cassie opened the liquor cabinet and filled two glasses with bourbon and water. The. Gina moaned constantly now, making it abundantly clear to all of us that no matter what her mother did, she was mine and she would gladly serve me forever. I admired that fine Italian booty of hers as I slapped her buns good and hard, which only made her cream herself more for me.“Gina, baby, you’re one of mine now. You’re not just forgiven. You’re loved. I knew that you were only a child back then. That’s why I never got mad at you for it! I was angry with your mother for pushing you to do. The Lunar colonists had to get around like they were on fucking pogo sticks! Mind you, if work had been easier to find back home on Earth, where you didn't have a glass dome less than a hundred metres above your head all the time, he'd never have opted for that incredibly tedious three month shuttle across the interplanetary spaceway.But for the moment, it was Sindy who was beckoning him. Those luscious lips that gripped his cock like no woman's lips had ever done before. Those breasts that. Christian’s face remained impassive, although his erection spoke for him and secretly I was just a little pleased at my technique and its effect. There was a blur in Christian’s lap and it took a moment for me to realise he’d thrown my knickers back into my lap. I was surprised, for this was a gentlemanly move I had not expected. Unfortunately my instincts were well attuned, as through a mixture of Gallic mime and lip-reading I came to understand that Christian wanted me to wrap my knickers.