I had seen the map displayed as he was selecting the destination, and it appeared to be close to where New Bern was on Earth, about 40 miles or so fro... Chocowinity. I thought it was possible that that distance would be within my range if the focus here was anything like the one at home.Within a few minutes of the plastic discs dropping into the basket, a small vehicle with a white, lozenge-shaped cabin that seemed to be almost seamlessly connected to a dark gray, utilitarian lower unit. Luke slams his fist down on the counter before walking through the house and down to his office. Just as he sits down at his desk, his phone starts to ring. Jamming his fingers through his hair, already exhausted before the damned ride started, he picks up the phone. ‘What?’ Luke’s shoulders lift a bit as he hears his friend Jack on the other end. Leaning back in his chair a bit, smiling. ‘Took you long enough to get back to me, man. What’d you find out?’ Luke listens for a few more minutes,. " OMG! OMG! OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO" Tracy screamed as I slammed at the entrance to her womb. " OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Tracy groaning as her body was wracked by multiple orgasms. Her entire body was bucking and heaving, pushing me over the edge as well. " Oh God!!" I moaned as I began shooting my load into Tracy. Tracy was in the throes of her own orgasms as she felt the heat of my sperm filling her. The throbbing of my cock inside. But why can’t being sexually objectified be one of those things? And if we excel in one of those things and enjoy it at the same time, why can’t we specialize in it? Imagine a married woman with c***dren. Ask her who she is? You would probably get a reply like “I am a mother first, wife second,” and so on. Ask her if she is ever not a mother and get a big “No!” Well, by contrast, I am a sex object for my husband to instruct, use and play with first, with no close second - even if the second is.