..a nice, 'productive' blow job; and by 'productive', I'm talking about them shooting their load of CUM! I mean, maybe a little chatter is appropriate...(first-timers are often very nervous, and even a little scared, so I let them blab on a little while longer than if they were a 'regular,' but then, it's time to get on with the real reason were both there)!In my experience, it's the married guys who seem to want (or need) to talk! I guess their feeling not just nervous and scared, but a little. I opened my helmet and got a whiff of the Beverly's atmosphere, and nearly vomited. The air smelled awful. I had no way of knowing it at the time but the accident had occurred two days before I received the distress call. The Beverly's AI computer (its Mother) was unable to send the distress call earlier because the emergency transmitters aboard it were disabled by the accident. The computer finally was able to repair and jury rig a combination of systems together to send the FTL distress call.. Julie asked, "What do we do first, Kyle?" as she tore off her blouse.Her bra dropped to the floor, exposing her breasts before I could answer. "Don't be in a hurry, Julie. We have almost two hours." I pulled my shirt off and dropped my pants. "Why don't you take off your pants and then we'll kiss for awhile." Aren't we aren't going to have intercourse now?" Let's work our way up to that, Julie." I pushed my girl on her back on my bed and lay down beside her. We wrapped our arms around each. Like a special road stop they go to or something' I new this was an great oppurtunity to have a proper fuck so I decided to 'have a day out'. As I just passed my driving test at the time. I was worried about finding a good place to find a motorcylists stop. Once I'd got my most slutties knickers on; I went downstairs and told my mum I was going to my friend, Amy's house. She had no idea what slutty things her little whore of a daughter was getting up to! As I was driving in the car, I was.