.GIVE IT TO ME...OH YES...PUSH THAT HARD SAUSAGE ALL THE WAY INTO ME...AAAH...YES...YES...FUCK MY OLD CUNT...FUCK MY OLD CUNT...OH...FUCK ME...FUCK ME....."Rick feels how she gets more and more excited. With this excitement, her pussy becomes more and more wet and it grips his cock tighter. It is a funny kind of grip, because it grips and let go, grips and let go, like one huge, but very strong pulse. God, this old woman's pussy is alive. More than alive. He never felt anything like this with any. At least until the Sa'arm finally eat themselves out of existence.I just got your letter telling me about Erica's tiff with Major asshat. Yeah I said that! There's a reason that people like that end up dead, shot in the back while retreating ... Anyway there's not much I can do from here except remind you to drop a message drone (again) requesting that you be present when the hearing is held. An interesting thought occurred to me though. Where is the AI that you were in contact with via your. Chris picked her up at her apartment and drove her downtown to a very expensive, upscale restaurant. Their conversation was smooth, easy and lighthearted. They had a lot of things in common and Sloane was looking forward to see where their relatively new relationship would go.“He would be perfect, if only he would...” Sloane thought to herself as she stared at him across the table and sipped her wine. It’s not that the sex was bad, it just was a bit on the boring side. After the mind blowing. “Good morning.”“Good morning beautiful.”She giggled. “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you this morning. I thought you had an early meeting.”“It got pushed back an hour. So I seized the opportunity to see my favorite girl. How are you this morning?”“Other than missing you, I’m fantastic. The kids got up and off to school with minimal fuss for a change.”“Excellent. I miss you too. As long as nothing unexpected comes up, I’ll be home in time for dinner tomorrow night.”“Good,” she replied..