To this boy who was meeting me, sucking me off on the way back or taking my load in his gut anywhere and almost everywhere. Then having guys come roun... to have a piece of his teen arse. His young mouth. Never saying no to any of them.On one such meeting he had agreed to stay over at mine. I had of course fucked him. A couple of mates had known he was staying over so they popped in to fuck him to. Then he said he was tired and off to bed. I followed him a couple of hours later. He looked so. “Put you hand in your lap and touch your pussy for me.” A few minutes later I received a text, “Yes dear.” I waited a minute then received a text, “I am touching my pussy through my dress and panties.”I was really getting horny now an really hard. “Can you get you hand under your dress?” I text. A moment went by and then I received the words I was waiting for, “Yes dear.” I became bolder in my request as she submitted to them. “Put you napkin in your lap and pull your dress up. The words. Before I knew it Uncle Steve was all over me. Mom had done her part, priming the pump as they say, preparing me for her favorite lover. Mom started to help Uncle Steve get undress, unbuttoning his shirt I could see his chest covered in reddish blond hair. My uncle is tall and is build like a brick house. He is solid; there is not an ounce of fat on his six foot five inch frame. He had strong arms and women felt safe in them. His sparkling blue eyes reveal the lust in him. But the best part his. . that one! The GIB said it again."What else can go wrong?" Although he didn't frame it in those words ... no ... not exactly."What the fuck is that?" was what he actually said ... but it meant, What else can go wrong?'That' was a largish silvery object with a huge hole in the side and the Mig flew into it.And STOPPED.Slowly lowered to the floor inside the hole in the side of the unidentified what ever ... the Mig-31 stopped ... the engine still operating stopped ... by its own self. The.