This time as he was going crazy with the need to cum he grabbed the balding head in his lap and held on tight as his cum exploded from his cock. His m...nd swam as he came harder than he'd ever remembered cumming before. As always, Mr. Palmer swallowed every drop of his cum seemingly trying to suck every drop from his young balls while sawing his fingers in and out of his butthole. As he caught his breath he prepared himself to return the favor.Lee had other plans though. "Kneel on the bench and. ’ ‘Why would you want to know that?’ he said frowning slightly. I told him about Paul, about the mysterious contract, and obliquely about the lead that had brought me to Chiapas in the first place. He listened intently, and when I was through he sighed deeply. ‘I’m afraid, ‘he said, ‘that you’ve got the wrong drug. The man you’re looking for, the man who apparently owns this lover of yours, does not deal in mota.’ ‘But you know who he is,’ I asked hopefully. ‘No. I just know his reputation. And. " Mal queried "You think your Pa was a pilot?" Yeah" Jorge responded "'cause intra-crew procreation sex was always prohibited due to inbreeding fears. The mother's usually knew but occasional ship meet-ups were often multi-day free-for-alls so that alliances could be maintained between ships without jealousy rearing its ugly head. Kids were never told their dad's name. Pilots and mechanics usually got first crack at using the engine room and that's where My Ma told me I got started and I know. Oh, and thank you for that,” Becky told me mysteriously as we ate.“For what?” I wondered.“Calling me ‘babe.’ I like the sound of that. You did it in a flash of anger, too, meaning that you’re too emotional to be insincere right then. And for the fact that you didn’t deny that you would have worn the Union blue, not the Confederate gray. That means a lot to me, in all seriousness,” my sister explained as she began playing tonsil hockey with me.“Well, I mean, it’s wrong to sell people like you’d.