Our friend now has a front row seat to as I lift Evelyn's skirt, letting her wet pussy, the object of my every desire, come into her view.My eyes open...as I kiss and nibble the sensitive skin of my young Evelyn's neck and throat. I watch her as her eyes drop to the perfect smoothness of Evelyn's pussy, wet, glistening, open, ready.My fingers traces along her thighs, wet from her excitement and rush up into the source of her flooding. Our audience shifts in her seat, staring openly now and making. Reddish brown hair. A bit darker. And those strange clothes she wore.Wait. The badge. There was a badge. Or was it a patch? On her right shoulder. The kind of thing you saw those spacemen wearing in Science class or when doing History about that time we went to the Moon. There had been words on it under what looked like some sort of machine.I shook my head. It was no use. It had gone. I sat back and looked at my rough drawing of the girl. Thankfully, I was pretty good at art at school. It was. ..I stood up and pushedmy cock gently against mummy's waiting cunt...as I grabbed her hips she pushed herself back on me and my cock rammed right up in in one smooth, quick thrust. God she was a randy mare, I could never have imagined how willing she was to have i****tuous sex with me - and I wasin seventh heaven now, fucking her hard and deep, hearing her moan and gasp in ecstacy each time I thrust into her. I could feel my knob-end pushing up against her cervix so I shifted closer to leave. Ben left Robert and Peter to watch the man while he dropped his own clothes and was led to the bath.Tom thought John looked a little funny with a towel wrapped around his waist and a gun belt buckled over it, but he understood that John felt more naked without his gun than he did his clothes. It was the last thing that he saw before a hot towel was unceremoniously dumped on his face. He had to admit that it took him by surprise, but since there wasn't any gunfire it hadn't surprised the.