Your fingers are kneading my skin, my boobs, and my pussy. You are really getting into this. I can even feel your cock getting hard against my back. I...think to myself, ‘this is gonna be great!’ As I lay there, enjoying my body massage, I feel you slip your fingers between my pussy lips again, this time, you don’t touch my clit, and you plunge your finger deep inside me. You can feel my pussy muscles tighten around your finger. “More” I say breathlessly. “I need more”. You reach your second hand. Upon closer inspection, the ship was actually one of the war ships used to transport oversized weapons during the war. All males were in a queue to get our hand prints scanned, there was a makeshift reception right at the front of the queue and a scanner in place to check our identities. I moved along with the other people and when I reached the front of the line, there was a female in uniform “Right hand please” I held out my right hand and placed it on the scanner. She check the screen on the. " as long as he keeps on, "...Yes..." fucking me, "Ah...ah...ahhhh...yes...yes... YES!" I feel something building up, "...Aaaah..." building...building, "OH GOD...FUCK...Fucking YES!" Ohhhhh...this feels fucking great! I think I passed out...Ooooo...he's still going...Oh god...it's building up again... "Oh ya...suck my tits...oh...ohhh...OHHH!" I feel...I feel...oh gawd he's going to come...ahhh, so am I... "Ohhhh yes! Ahh... Ahhhh!" ...Mmmmmm...you know I could really get use to this.. She was a pretty girl, a lot prettier than most with an hourglass figure that made the middle-aged male teachers drool and dream of violating the cardinal rule of never becoming overly friendly with a student under their control.Angela didn’t have any sisters or brothers and her father was so busy at work that only her mother was around to monitor her comportment in the way that mothers often do. Unfortunately, her mother, a matronly lady with the name of Hyacinth, was a bit fond of the grape.