"He was rubbing his cock... so big. I couldn't stand it, so what if we get caught? I reached down and gently slid my panties down to about mid thigh. ...here... my pussy hot... wet... dripping for my son... and his camera.As if woken up from a dream, he started taking the pictures again. Snap, snap, snap. Oh Jesus yes... I wanted him to take my pictures. I wanted to spread my legs for him more but my panties wouldn't let me. Should I? Should I just take them all the way off? Slut... oh yeah... a. The captain was quite pleased to learn that we had harvested several tons of refined Niobium, a major component in most superconducting alloys. We filled every spare bunker and landing bay aboard with refined metals, and still had sealed pallets stored on the production floor. It had turned out to be quite a profitable stop. Even so, we harvested a bare fraction of that drift. Our next scheduled stop was the Epsilon Indi system.Our mass defect imaging detected something unusual in the system.. Cindy, who was inexperienced in the manners of drunkenness, tripped and fell to her face. I picked her up and made a big show of brushing off her clothes, feeling my hands glide over the swell of her small tits, feeling my palm stroking the bare flesh of her pretty legs. She burped drunkenly and then thanked me, not noticing the flush of excitement that the contact with her body had given me, not knowing how I'd memorized the sensation of my hand touching her springy, cotton covered tits. How. Home, oh no! My wife would be there. I have no place else to go.I knocked on the door. My wife answered as she opened the door, "May Ihelp you?" I looked into her eyes and felt like there was a connection."This is going to sound crazy, but I am hoping you will hear me out. Iam your husband, Brian." I waited for the door to slam in my face but itdidn't happen."I should be calling the police right now, but there is something insideme that is telling me to hear you out." You are my wife, Jill. We.