" I replied.She barked a laugh and quipped "I'm no lady."I reached my hand down to feel the wetness of her cunt and found it sopping wet. Grinning, sh... said: "Fuck me over the couch; watching that little piggy get destroyed is fucking hot."She took up position by bending over the back of the couch and giving her ass a little wiggle much like Hannah had. Spreading her ass cheeks wide revealed a butt plug in her asshole, so I ran my shaft through her wet gash a few times before I finally pulled. Two other girls came up and, watching for permission, slid themselves onto my hands, so I was cradling their pussies. Their skin felt soft and warm, and their hair was soft as well. There was something wrong with that, but I didn't care. It was nice. The girl in front pulled away, with a smile. Another girl sort of floated up, legs first, on a futon kind of thing carried or guided by four other girls. Her legs were lifted and spread, opening up her beautiful pussy. Her pale breasts were. Thoreau's was a most definite shake of his head; McCock's was vocal,"Ma'am, that's so far above my pay scale I'll get nose bleed!"The Queen looked from one to the other and mused out loud,"What else then? You could have given that chip to 'Uncle Rupert'. Changes in command could have been done by com or PDA. I'll give Slow a 'rah rah' as she is here. But! Aggy?" Ma'am, that chip germinated an idea which I had been swirling around in my brain for a while. We have tactical FTL coms but unless we. I dug the heel of my palm against the upper part of Mom's snatch and my longest finger automatically stretched down, finding and fitting into the length of her slit under the tight, black stretchy pants. I was a bit stunned by my action but I crooked the tip of my finger to get a better hold anyway and ground the heel of my hand firmly against Mom's frantic love muscle. She shuddered, long and hard. When she was done, I pulled my hand away, got up, and walked quickly upstairs to my room. I.