Oh my God," she yelled out as the girl moved her hand, stroking Steven’s cock as she felt it pulsing and flexing.Mrs. Wellington couldn’t believe ...t, that big cock in her hand and the girl making her stroke it. She felt it flex in her hand. She naturally gripped it tighter."Oh, Ella. Oooooh," Steven groaned."What? No. No, that’s not… I’m not…" she tried to say, but couldn’t. She tried pulling her hand away but struggled.One of the other girls grabbed her by the hips as she struggled to pull her. No one would be there as it was very isolated. She brought a book with her and she walked down the little sandy path, each side edged with wet dewy sea grass. It was a beautiful warm day. The seagulls were flying up ahead scavenging for food. They could smell food a mile off. She found her favorite little spot and spread out her bright blue blanket on the rocky beach and plopped her beach pillow to relax on.The waves weren't too high today and the sea was quite calm. An old man walked by with. I imagined my pink lips stretched tight as his black stick invaded me, and felt another wave of fluid release around his cock at the thought. We both moaned at the tight sensation of the other, and I lifted up before sinking back down again. As my thighs lowered all the way down to his body, I felt a sharp pain inside, yelped, and popped back up, letting his dong slip out and rest against his body again. “Hit the bottom, yeah woman?” he asked. Without responding, I reinserted him and again. “Sir, your flight is being called,” said the reception bot, “If you would please make your way to the gate.”Colin stepped back and offered his hand to Bill who grasped it firmly, “I’ll see you around, Bill,” he said.“Make us proud, Colin,” said Bill, “and come back safe.”“I will,” agreed Colin as he hefted his bag into a more comfortable position and stepped through the gate and headed for the shuttlecraft that would carry him away from Montrose.The Peitho was a Canopus-class freighter that.