Mark, I want you to be careful." Mom, nothing happened. I'll be honest, I'm not ready for that step yet. Anyways, how much trouble could I get into?"S...e just gave me that perplexed look."Mom, She's already pregnant. There is no such thing as MORE pregnant..."That got her to laugh a bit. "Ok, I'll give you credit for that." Now, I need breakfast. I'm hungry."I got up and started to make some breakfast for myself. Before I got to far, I decided that I needed to make some for Jenny too. What. Yeesh. I left the robe, pulled on the PJs and slouched out to the living area.Phyllis was curled up on the sofa, nude, sleeping; otherwise, the room was empty. She was a plush Latin beauty with dark hair and brows, and eyelashes so long they brushed her cheeks. I remembered that, back on Earth, she had had acne scars. They were gone now. Her complexion was flawless, like porcelain. Her pores were almost invisible.Her head was cradled on her arm and her large, dark-tipped breasts rose and fell. ”“Please?”“No, my slut. Get those pants down, get across that desk. I’m sure you remember how.”She huffed, tried to act upset, but a squeeze of her clamped nipple and she was moving to the desk. Her snatch was as wet as a London winter as she pulled her slacks and panties down to her ankles. She wanted a spanking, wanted to feel his touch, even wanted it to hurt. She needed to feel his, to feel owned, he’d been too far away. She bent over the desk, grabbing the far side, happy to be. ‘Wow, Brianna. That was fucking amazing.’‘Glad you enjoyed it. My turn.’She sat on the bed with her wide-open legs dangling over the edge.She leant back. ‘Get to work, young man.’I knelt down in front of her and began to eat her out. It did not take long before she came in a heaving orgasm. I was going to continue but she pushed me away.‘Enough for now,’ she told me.We lay together on the bed, talking about life.‘Andy. If you don’t want to do the threesome tonight, I will cancel.’‘I must.