Carmelita got flat out sick and tired of my problems after a couple of days of changing bed pans. She lit out for the border like a shot out of hell t... find better pastures. My Kate stuck by my side and doctored me better than one of those battlefield nurses that were a whole sight better than the drunken doctors with a saw in one hand and a bottle of rotgut in the other.This spell lasted long enough to put a scare in me that I would not be sitting at another card table or riding my Kate’s. The resulting trade had nurtured a lively city in space, capable of supplying most of a lonely space hand's needs.The local drinks were nothing but the usual watered-down grain alcohol disguised with flavorings and spices, and after a couple or three had cut the space dust I waved the bartender over. Too old and fat for space duty, he'd elected to stay here rather than take his retirement on today's crowded, dirty Earth."Another drink?" He held up the bottle to display its garish label. "You. "Mmmmmmfffff," Trish moaned around the thickness of her son's big, pulsing prick.She was eager to taste him. she wanted to swallow his thick, creamy cum as he shot his wad into her mouth. She knew it wouldn't be much longer now from the way he was furiously fucking into her mouth and passionately eating her pussy out."Suck, suck," he panted as he pumped his cock into her throat, taking his mouth from her pussy for only a second.Trish was milking her son's prick with her mouth, thrilling to the. You noticed that my bloused was unbuttoned and my red lace bra is peeking underneath. I hear you breathe heavily and say ‘Damn! You’re such a show off! I just want to rip off your blouse and suck those tits.’ I chuckled with your comments and slide up my hands in your inner thigh. Gently stroking your thighs but avoiding the crotch area. ‘Why are you punishing me, woman?’ you blurted under that heavy breathing. I rose up my left leg over your right leg, giving you an access to my inner thigh..