"It'll be OK. You're safe." He felt her hands grab his robe, flexing. The blanket running over a seemingly very shapely bottom, she pushed herself bac... a touch, head tilting upward. He saw yellow eyes, black, cat-like slits in the center. He smiled. "Hi."Her head lowered, eyes slowly taking in the room. Her grip on the robe eased. Taking the opportunity, he turned her where she stood, facing her towards the fire. Finding a dry spot on the blanket, he ran it over her chest."What's your name?". “How is the ship handling?” I asked.“Hard to say when you are in whatever we call this jumpspace,” Terrence replied. “But we’ve tuned the controls as much as possible. She’ll respond quickly to the helm.”“We might need that,” I said as Ensign Munfree rushed in. She looked around and gasped. “You mean we didn’t have an officer on the bridge. I should have been here.”“There was nothing you could have done,” I said firmly. “We had little to do during the jump. Now we’ll need you. Are you as ready. The woman entered with us. There were only two buttons on the panel, and she pushed the top one. The door closed and we quickly rose about ten floors.The door opened, with two older gentlemen waiting for us. “Please, come in. Welcome to Giants Stadium and my private box. I’m Leon Hess, owner of the Jets.” He held out his hand for us, and we all shook it, introducing ourselves.The other man said, “I’m the enemy today for Leon. I’m Lamar Hunt; I own the Chiefs.” He also held his out for us to. She fell to the boy's cock and sucked it into her mouth with an eagerness that surprised her. It tasted even better than Jimmy's."Oh wow, you're sucking me off, mommy!" Eric was careful to just pat his mother's head.Helen thought she must be going mad. But inside, she knew she had wanted to give her son as much pleasure as she wanted him to give her. She was so desperately in need of a hard cock. She didn't care where it was put.She lollipopped the hard rod of her son's flesh inside her mouth.