Slipping past the moon, they continued on their warpath toward the giant blue marble known as earth. In moments they would rain hell fire down on a sm...ll unsuspecting town, and change the world forever.Martha Kane was standing in a small shop staring into a mirror. She ran a hand through her long red hair, and stared at her face. Even though she was forty she often passed as younger, and even young men drooled over her. Her breasts were large and firm, her stomach smooth and toned, her legs. When I come back, Joe has his tongue down Flossie's throat and his hand is up under her blouse, feeling those big milkers. So I run my hand up her leg and rub her crotch. I can tell by the smell that she is getting plenty hot.The barkeep comes over. "Not in here," he says. "Take her out back."Joe unhooks from Flossie and stands her up. "Where we going?" she says. She is barely able to walk."We're going to the royal garden house," says Joe. We snag some beers. Then we put our arms around her and. "Now, I can be alone with my two favorite former students." She ambled back to us. Her right hand landed on the back of my head. No pressure was put on me, but it guided my head as I began thrusting my mouth. "Suck that cock and make him cum all over your face. You know you both desire it." My right hand made it to my wet cherry and I began rubbing it. My other hand met the floor so I could support myself. "Rub that pussy and that let that lady juice come out." As my mouth kept thrusting, my. Mr Turner was facing me the whole time and enjoying an uninterrupted view of my boobs. I kept my hands clasped in front of my fuzzbush with my left hand over the top of the right one but I could not keep my right hand from pressing into my soft depths which made standing still quite an effort. I have to admit that I felt a certain degree of pride to see the definite bulge in the front of Mr Turner's trousers and to know that it showed he was being affected by me. This pride was tinged with a.