I know what it is like to be thefeminine receiver, where the man gives and the girl has to take. She hasno choice. She is a receptacle for his pleasur.... And I loved it. Hestarted to move back and forwards. Oh my God the feeling was incredible.He pushed against parts of my body inside that were intensely erotic.While he pushed faster, faster, harder, deeper my body began to rock withhis rhythm. Like a rag doll I flopped and moved to his command.At the other end the rocking started to move my. She used her shirt to dry the space between her twin love puppies. It was all practical. There was nothing erotic happening here. Normally in a state of undress, Tony couldn’t resist a bit of personal nipple flicking and tweaking. Her coochie however, was demanding a fast release from those goddamn loose undies. They were destined for the bin tonight; how dare they spread a rash on her softest most special skin. Christ her arse crack was uncomfortable too. Those useless panties were grafting. At that instant, we experienced a great shock.Me: “Pooja palam mattum illa, unakku kaayum payangarama chumma ginnunu irukkudi….” (your boobs are so stiff and are in sexy shape)Pooja: “chee poda porukki… unakku konjam kuda vekkame illa… kuda pirandha thangachi kitta ippadiya pesuva?? (don’t you have shy?? Is this the way to talk with your own sister?)She said those words with a smile and ran into the room. As usual after taking our dinner, we went to bed and slept after some chat. I was eagerly. The first two collectors, sent on harvesting missions some 37 earth yearsearlier, had encountered some problems, and only one had delivered its cargo.The other had suffered an accident and been disabled. Since then the programhad progressed without incident, growing steadily in size and scope. No two collectors were exactly identical as that might attract unwanted attentionand external superficial variances were designed into the growth program anyway.While all grown essentially from the same.