My wine had given me a boost, a confidence. I pushed him off me and put him on his back. Kissing his soft lips and rubbing my tits over his amazing bo...y, I put my hand between my legs and grabbed his cock. Rubbing it along my soaking wet slit, I teased myself and him. Gently in and out, rubbing it from my pussy to my wee bum hole where I stopped and let the head of his cock rest. He looked at me in amazement as if to say, are you sure?! I pushed back onto the head of his cock which he pushed. Since I don't have a lot of time right now, due to my commitment to not spend more than two hours a night to my 'hobby' and my commitment to the PSDF I don't have a clue of what else might be hidden in that archive. I did send a couple of things over to Marissa for consideration, they seem to be more sophisticated computer designs than what humans were using when the Confederacy made contact with us. If I'm right they could be a step in the direction we want to go, both to wean ourselves from. The next morning the family and I all found out that the bike had been stolen during the night. We reported it to the police, but all they did was fill out a report and tell us, ‘This kind of thing happens around here a lot, the thieves probably sold it for money to get drugs.’ Realizing that the police were going to be of no help, or even useful at all, I decided to make my own private investigation by going to all our neighbors’ houses and asking a few questions of my own. No one saw who. I started to shake my head, thinking of my mother, but as if she could read my mind Greta nodded towards the dance floor. I looked, and there was Mum dancing with a girl in a short red dress: she had her hands on the girl's hips and they were rubbing their bodies together as the girl twisted frenziedly, her arms flailing, thrusting her groin against my mother.Greta winked. 'I think your lady-friend does not only like young men!'I realised I'd put two fingers in her vagina without thinking, and.