“You feel extra slippery today,” the man said.“I should! You’re sliding in two different fresh cum loads,” she replied, rotating her hips wi...hout changing his depth of insertion.Releasing a nipple from his mouth, he retorted, “No wonder you are my favorite. But maybe it’s just because you were my first. Anyway, you’re so damn hot! Did you start with your husband this morning?”“Yup. Then a friend stopped by just as I was getting out of the shower. I was still hot and thinking about you so I. Glistening?”Thump.Thump.Thump.The trees rumbled. Shook. And then four of them were shouldered out of the way by an immense, bipedal shape. “Oh fuck,” GF whispered and Father crossed himself, reflexively. It was a Terror Talon, the Bug’s version of a main battle tank. Bipedal, with immensely powerful digitigrade legs and a top land speed that matched most hovertanks, the creature bristled with biological weapons. The two massive hooked blades in the end of arms muscular enough to drive those. She has a thin waist, thinner than mine. She has a tight butt, I haven’t. She is a nymphomaniac. I am not.It was an hour later when Rick came into the kitchen. There is no doubt that he has a body that was created in heaven. He has muscles on bronzed muscles. He has blond curly hair that looks as if my mother has been winding her fingers through it. He also has the biggest penis I have ever seen although I haven’t seen many. My eyes drifted down to it as he stood before me, naked.“Is that a cup. He is not the same guy who drove them around last time. They speak in Arabic and she looks out the window. The palm trees look lovely. She touches the back of his head with her hand and he he grabs her hand and she giggles. They turn up the Arabic rap music and she sits back and tries to imagine Aman's lips on hers again. They drive some time before they pull up to a big apartment building. It looks older than the one they stayed at last year. His friend helps them with her luggage and Aman.