We would argue time to time, and she'd get upset, claiming that guys are supposed to slow down as they get older. I'd just simply laugh, and say that ... must be exempt from that, because I seemed to wake up and go to sleep horny.On occasion, yes, we'd actually have sex. Unfortunately, it was so predictable and lame, I found myself bored. I could predict what she would say, how she would act, and it got to the point where going through the motions was a chore. I had learned to take care of it on. Beauty was fickle, the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into her brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the sleepless night. The nearly exquisite exterior that covered up the slowly decaying innards, cloyingly sweet perfume that nearly. They turned and faced Tristan as he walked towards them. "Right, gentlemen, I need two of you to take as many people as you need and assess the number of serviceable ships we have. The remainder of you must divide up the people here and split up the colony into sections and count the number of survivors we actually have in each section. I want you to report back to me by this time tomorrow, please." They nodded and he left them to get on with it.Tristan walked back to the landing field. He. It is nine inches long, and it is three inches thick. It is rock hard and bobbing up and down. She looks at me towering over her somewhat fearfully but unwillingly lustfully. My chest covered in dark hair framing my abs. I smirked now surveying her with hungry eyes, savoring her. Leaning over her hands on either side for support I kissed her again and rubbed my cock against her drenched pussy. Ivanka moans, an ache welling up deep inside her; an ache that made her long to be filled with my.