The newscast was blunt and to the point. If the meteor did in fact strike, every living thing would perish with in a few months, not just those killed...by the impact itself, everybody and every living thing. The newscast also stated that anything that could possibly be done to avert the collision was being implemented, but there were no guarantees of success. We all sat there stunned, and I felt I was in the middle of a Hollywood production of global disaster. If scientists were correct in their. I continued to fuss around the bed, keeping my eyes lowered concentrating in the job in hand, I cannot deny Major Morris makes me quite nervous, whereas Lady Morris is a kind, sweet, quiet lady. Straightening up when I had finished to admire my handy work, I was distracted by him sitting in a chair watching me intently. Come over here. he demanded. Obediently I walked over and stood next to the chair, Major Morris is over 6 foot tall but evening sitting down next to my small frame he seemed. Rhoda reached out and placed her hand on him and thanked him for another great massage. I was still tingling and wet for more. I wanted my massage more than ever after this show. I wanted that big bulge Pete was hiding. While she was thanking Pete and giving him a little mini massage of thanks, it was time for me to split. I pried myself off the sofa and hobbled upstairs and flopped on the bed. Exhausted from watching TV, I just laid there and waited for Rhoda to come up and tell me it’s time. My breasts bob to just around the surface, as I lean in. You groan, as my tongue slides up your hard cock, from it's base. I smile, as I nibble around the tip, and play with your balls with my hands. I lightly graze my teeth across the sensitive tip, as you make an inarticulate sound in response. I lick around the base, before I use the water to blow bubbles up around your balls. Then I sit up, I open my mouth wide, and swallow as much as I can of your giant cock. You groan as I bob my head up.