Her pussy was so wet I knew she had just had a small orgasm. I pumped at this pace for about 10 minutes.Mrs. Carlson spoke, “I’mmmmm cuming NOW!!!...!!!” With that she flooded my cock with her juices. Her pussy really got sloppy. I picked up the pace and started pounding her pussy deeper and harder with each stroke. The pressure started to build and I knew that I was about to explode. Mrs. Carlson was in her own world, her eyes were closed and her head was moving from side to side. I knew that I. Then I began to push and retreat, push and retreat, and she gave little high-pitched grunts, still apprehensive but apparently now knowing the worst was over and that this part was actually really good.I pushed in as far as I could go, not so much for her pleasure as to seek some of my own. Her sphincter was gripping my shaft and my cock head was lost in space, a dark, unfeeling nothingness. I was determined to cum and random thoughts flew through my mind to try to heighten my excitement.. Yeah, I know, but isn’t Ship equipped to test for anything harmful from the smallest virus to explosives?”“I am,” Ship inserted before Jeff could answer. “Nothing harmful will survive passing through my hatch.”On the split-screen view of the two smaller pods, the First Officer in one pod and the Chief Engineer in the second pod, had put their weapons in the airlock and closed it.Jeff motioned for ship to resume his audio. “What are you doing?” he asked.“We are prisoners, so we are disarming. My featuresare fairly delicate, and so I usually only put on lipstick and mascara. Idab some quick drying polish on my fingernails and soon a pretty girl isglancing back at my from the mirror. Then its out into the bar, where I stash my bag behind the counter. Idon't have to wait long before some guy starts chatting me up. Even nowafter doing this five or six times I still get butterflies in my stomach.It's so exciting!I know this sounds wrong, but I really have a thing for older men.Sometimes.