Even then, she only went if her belly was already bulging. She made no bones about wanting her children to come from only two sources. She had six, th...ee boys and three girls, though other than her first born boy, I cannot remember in what order they came into the world. What I do know is that the later two boys had thick, black hair, like her father did, and the first one had brown hair and slim features that matched those of Louis. The girls were the spitting image of their mother, light. It wasn’t that she approved to see squalor and filth, anything the like, she just liked to see her own biases confirmed. She expected pirates to run a slovenly ship and to see the signs of want and neglect cheered her. It had also, surely, made it easier to take them. Despite being based off a transport, the Duty’s Reward had some internal changes that had made her a faster, better sailor, and her regulation systems for plasma transference required considerably less manpower than the Hegemony. Masturbating is something I do in private, not with an audience." "Are you trying to get me to do it for you?" she asked, taking hold of my cock in her hand. "No, but I do appreciate the offer," I said, making no move to stop her hand from slowly stroking my now reviving cock. "Can I tell you something," Abby asked. "Sure." "By the second or third time I saw you at the diner, I wondered what it would be like to sleep with you." Her hand moved up and down my shaft, squeezing me on the way up and. Now began a different kind of being consumed. This was with lips and tongue. He tickled my neck, brushed my earlobes, tasted my shoulders. He spent a long time doing each of these, returning to the lips between parts of my body. After the excitement of being swept up and powerless before overwhelming strength, this was an intoxication. Like being in a warm bath that lets you float out of yourself. The body as a bed of comfort and relaxation. Each touch a reminder of desire, but always light,.
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