It's comfortable enough."Is this about my performance?" I ask. I thought I'd been doing pretty damned good for my first six months here.She smiles sli...htly. "In a way." She pushes her chair back from the desk, leaning back a little. "Your performance here in the past several months has been adequate." Adequate? Great. That's not too far above "sucky". She leans back a bit farther in her chair, crossing her legs and putting one of her shoes on the desk. "In some cases, more than adequate.". I dove between her legs as she lay back on my bed. I forced my tongue between her pussy lips and for the second time that night tasted a man’s cum. Obviously, the old hag had been freshly fucked and I was now eating cum from her pussy. As I ate her pussy with the gusto of a teenager, I heard her scream, “I’m cumming.” And for the first time in my life I tasted a woman’s sweet juices, albeit mixed with a man’s cum. I could not wait any longer. I jumped up and shoved my hard cock into her slick,. We sat and joted our pre-journey notes and expectations, hoping to gauge the effectiveness and tactical usefulness of the Graveet method of child rearing. The Graveet, a pragmatic people, didn’t leave their pregnancy and childbirth up to just anyone, but rather chose their genetically best suited females to carry the burden of repopulating their culture. These women, chosen for their beauty, intelligence, and aptitude, were constantly pregnant with multiple babies, birthing one set only to be. After we had gotten their attention, we were to tell them that if they didn't like what we'd done they could meet us over at the El Bolero the following evening, since we'd be there watching the fights. If they showed up on Friday, my father would make sure that the bar had enough of his friends that we wouldn't be outnumbered. Billy liked the plan a lot because he figured he'd get two more cracks at the guy who'd yelled at Uncle Bill. It seemed simple enough to me also, I wasn't worried about.