And so the stage was set when Prince Alexandros of Illios came to visit.Prince Alexandros was an older, rough-hewn man, square of face and body. He ha... a faint tracery of scars on his arms, and thick calluses on his hands that spoke of more familiarity with spear and shield than with plow and tiller. His beard, brown with flecks of gray, showed a line of white across his cheek from an old scar. His cape had been thrown back over his shoulder to reveal his broad chest and the rich fabric of his. ?I want you to fuck me right here and now Tommy,? Maria breathed into his ear. ?Lets show this old fuck how real people act. Take me now Tommy I need your big cock in my cunt?? ?Noooooooo?. MINE,? screamed Harry from the couch. Tommy felt a moment?s pity for the old man, but the pressure that was building inside him was too strong to deny. He needed Maria, badly. Perhaps she was right. This was the time to show Harry once and for all what this was all about and after tonight they would. The frenetic pace of fucking ceased, to be replaced by a tenderness of light touches, caresses and kisses that grew deeper and more meaningful as time passed.They lay on top of the bed facing one another; legs entwined with Jacqui’s over Nicola’s. Their arms locked together in an embrace that allowed them to explore each other’s body, hands running lightly over skin, producing little shivers of delight. Their mouths came together, lip-to-lip in a kiss that was almost chaste at first, but. When they’re enhanced, too, it will only make things even more intense for them.”“So, what time do we leave for the prison planet tomorrow?” he asked.“What?” she answered, shocked as they entered the living room and she sat in his lap. “Tomorrow? No way,” she returned almost flabbergasted that he would even think such a thing.“But you heard them. They want to see him ASAP,” he insisted.“Certainly they do – after – they’re ready,” she returned as she kissed him on his forehead.“But...” he.