There was still time on the clock when I blew my load into her mouth.She got up off her knees, showed me the timer still had 2 minutesleft, and smiled... I was still trying to catch my breath when shepushed my head back against the cross and planted a huge messy kiss onme. I didn't realize it until I opened my mouth and she forced hertongue inside that she hadn't swallowed or spit. The mess all over herlips and what she forced into my mouth was my own cum. I struggled tomove, but she kept the. Bezig considered them quite a delicacy for their bland yet nutty flavor.The recovery craft should have appeared by the second day. He made a small adjustment in the resonator coils and eschewed impatience. Much time was spent reading the encyclopedia.He heard a bell-like tone from outside the tipi during the early morning hours. His recovery craft had arrived!Bezig immediately cleansed himself and took a broad spectrum multi-vitamin. On checking the occupied sleep cells he found his surviving. My heart was pounding, good lord, I was fucking loving this.As I touched his head, he began to slide his shorts down. "No, please can I do it? I asked."Yes".My hands on either sides of his hips, I slid his shorts down to his knees, dropping to my knees in front of him, as I did. His cock popped up, nice and firm, pointing right at my mouth. I took his hand, and not being able to resist, I gently kissed the tip of his cock.His cock was smooth, his bush was trimmed back very neat. I gently rubbed. She feels my hot breath on her neck and it sends yet another shiver down her spine." If you're going to act like a slut, I am going to fuck you like one. Just like a whore in a back alley, and I bet you'll like it. Won't you, Tracy?" " Yes, John," She strains to say from the weight of me on her back and the pain from her hair that I still have a tight grip on in my fist. Tracy knows that when I talk like this she better answer with a " Sir." She feels me reaching up between her legs, my feet.