“I’ll need to start talking to more farmers about putting in crops for the cannery.” John thought aloud.“We have room to triple the size of th... hatchery.” Frank Johnston shared.“That seems like a really good idea.” John agreed, “We could feed a lot of people on salmon. In 1900 there were a hundred canneries from the mouth of the Columbia River to Portland Oregon, going year-round. Just before the Earth Changes, there were only two canneries left that were only opened a few days each. I took my wet under-garment, wondering if he had as they had suggested wanked into them, 'Did he', and I tailed off, as Kiri shook her head, 'I aimed into the crotch', she said abashed, while the two burly bodyguards shielded them, she had opened my panties to expose my gusset, and wanked him into the cotton padding, the very area that traditionally works it's way inside my vagina, thereby transferring his semen inside me, I laughed, trying to make light of it, 'If I get pregnant, can I say it. His eyes widened and his tongue danced across his bottom lip at the thought of tasting my nectar. I leaned forward, blowing my hot breath across his member and it jerked roughly. His body froze, eyes of lust roaring through him and I finished untying him with fumbling hands. Trying not to notice the shimmer of precum coating the tip of his erection and my need to lick the drop before it was wasted. He was completely free now as I rose to stand before him. The pause of the moment reached new. They arrived at their destination in time for their appointment. Since it was her son's first time, she arranged for them to get it done together, first her and then him. The woman who would be helping them looked to be about Cassandra's age, a little chubby, but had a big rack and a round ass. She was Hispanic with an excellent light brown complexion and a beautiful smile and warm, friendly eyes. She wore a comfortable outfit consisting of polo type shirt that strained a bit under the expanse.