Jerry said he is in St.Lucia.I laughed.He said seriously.I said proove it.He started to describe where he was.He was in a cafe having breakfast.I said...thats funny I am in a cafe as well having breakfast.We both frooze and stopped typing for a while.I asked him to name the cafe and oh my gosh Jerry typed "The Morning Stop".I died for 10 seconds.I typed "Me Too".I quickly stood up and looked around and there I saw this hot looking man in a blue shirt and he saw me too and I walked over and said. “Come on you two, do you want a fuck or not”? I said, my pussy throbbing in anticipation of an old cock fucking it.They squeezed into the cubicle as Lorraine and I started to rip each other’s clothes off, both so turned on by our mutual teasing. I pulled the shoulder of her dress down and pounced on her engorged nipples with my mouth, tonguing them furiously as the guys looked on frantically trying to get their stiff cocks out.We all exploded into a maelstrom of abandoned sexuality, the old man. I took my sister for a good hour that day. I was getting to the point where I couldn't hold back any further. I grunted a few times and then I seeded my sister's pussy. Hot ropes of cum came spilling out from the tip of my shaft. I must have shot seven or eight times before I started to calm down some. Pam clamped down onto my dick. She squeezed me and got all the seed that she could from my hard prick.We started to slow down and compose ourselves. I finished my sister off by kissing and biting. We've been working hard to acclimate ourselves to your world, your mother and I, and this word comes from your world's early ecclesiastical practices. You know it's meaning?" Roughly, yes: to prohibit, or forbid, something like that," Michael replied."Close enough, yes. Now, tell me, what is the mission for this fleet of Interdictor craft that you and your team have put together?" Peacemaker craft, to enforce the peace, and to intercept transgressors." Exactly--so we call them Interdictors.