Hearing her say that, just seemed to extend the length of my cum waves, and I carried on spurting, and mom kept on pulling on me, until the pulsations...became less and less, until I finally stopped and became limp.Following her usual pattern, mom wiped the ends of her fingers which had caught some of my cum into the beaker, so as to collect every last drop.Finally, she held up the beaker up again and said, "Honey, I think I detect a little less spunk than normal. Maybe I'm starting to dry you up. Tabitha Mercer, a busty red head, with a killer ass, and a killer disposition. The ivory skinned Irish woman was deadly with the pistol at her hip, and the smg in her lap. But it was her psi abilities that made her lethal. Her emerald eyes, were often mesmerizing, when one could look away from her deep cleavage long enough.Next to the sultry Latin sniper, sat the massive Axle Riggs. Former mechanic, former soldier, the bear like man, stood six and half feet tall, and was 300lbs of muscle. The court was adjourned. Judge John Evans dared not stand up, but he had to.Members of the jury, your judge has ejaculated in his pants. I think you're going to have trouble cleaning up that mess. I heard you cum even if they didn’t, your honour.In his pants was a sizeable amount of white fluid which was being added to with every jerk of his cock. He tried to stuff his cock back between his legs as much as his movements would allow and before he rose he quickly checked the outside of his. She remembered the broad, strong shoulders fondly, blushing at the memory. But most of all it was his blue eyes to which her gaze always returned. There was an innocence to them, but she knew well the hunger and mischief that could quickly appear. He scanned the room, finally spotting her, and those eyes locked with hers. The warmth formed simultaneously in her chest and loins. He was smiling as he walked over. There was none of the hunger now, just the same gorgeous wonder that had first drawn.