"Hush. Be quiet and get on with it!" my Mistress scolds. I remove her thong, then lick her deep and hard, varying my speed, using the middle finger t... play with her pussy, until I feel her tense upon my finger, an intense orgasm rips through her body as her juices flow all over my face. "Don't stop! I've all night!". So I continue my pleasuring, bringing her from orgasm to orgasm, whilst she bombards me with humiliating remarks about my penis; how pathetic I am for needing her and how I would. Her moaning became out of control.After about a couple of minutes, she violently rose her back from the bed, asked me to come up. She took my dick in her mouth again to make it super hard. She then said, “Fuck me”, with dizzy eyes, in a begging manner.We positioned ourselves, she held my dick in the proper place. She just smiled looking into my eyes as if asking me to finally enter her pussy and fuck her own mother. I finally pushed my cock into her lovely pussy. It felt very tight as my cock. After hitting a button, the ramp of the gunship fell back as arrays lit up on the decking.Nothing seemed to change in the compartment of the gunship. There was no whistling wind and to everyone’s great surprise there wasn’t even a gentle breeze entering into the ship.I don’t know what those arrays were for, but according to the one with four eyes, when travelling this fast, the wind pressure would usually tear the gunship apart without the support of the arrays.Not to mention that without those. All rights to the cover image are reserved by the copyright owners.1 December 2017 EditionAbout Al and ChaosThe ‘Al’ in this story is Allyn Robyn Evans Adams. More is told about him in the story Finding Home, which is an action / adventure story with graphic sex scenes and it is not recommended for young readers.Sixteen year old Al is devastated when a drunk driver causes a car collision which results in the death of all his family, except his father, who he was never real close to. He.