Not only were Dick and Junior a bit frightened at the bizarre behavior of these supposedly docile and hard-working peasant mid-wives of rural Russia, ...ut they were extremely turned-on. Here were these women, in the prime of their Sexual attractiveness and Lust –in their 30’s, 40’s and 50’s – with HUGE Russian melons-for-tits. Kind-of on the chunky side, as Russian peasants women will be, but in a desirable, voluptuous way that made Dick and Junior’s dicks harder, and harder, and harder—the. “Oh God… That feels good!” he growled, his back arching as his thrusts began to lose their rhythm. “Did you beg, Penny?”“Yes I begged!” I replied, tightening again. "I fucking begged!"“What did… did you beg him for?”“To cum in me! I begged him to cum in me!”“Where Penny? To cum where?”“In my cunt! In my married, cheating cunt!”“Oh my God, I’m going to cummm!”He didn’t need to tell me; after over twenty years of marriage I could tell when the father of my children was about to ejaculate. 'Well. I had set most of my hopes on these few.When the Tandra were at their height, the number of good crew was still a small proportion of the total population. To get around this bottleneck, ships would fly in convoy. This would allow one crew to manage many ships, and at least travel at the rated multiple of the slowest ship in the group. With the advent of faster computers, and more efficient artificial intelligences, even the base rate had improved.The only hope of completing this mission was to. Mondays were the day we received both beer and whiskey deliveries from Pen’s supplier. Pen had a great working relationship with the distributor and received preferential treatment.Mondays were also when Pen usually met with his staff to insure everyone was available and ready for the coming week. I met with the dancers first as they all trouped downstairs at noon. Thank goodness there were no problems on my first turn holding the meeting. Of course they all knew about Pen’s condition, and had.