Certainly not like top coffee. Ownership of the coffee shop had been taken over by foreigners. She left the liquid masquerading for coffee and walked ...ut, still thirsty. The twenty-four-year-old with an MA in Art History (19th Century) eyed the bar across the street, knowing her parents didn’t like her frequenting bars… and probably not brothels although that had never been discussed. It scared her witless just thinking about entering one to try the male service or perhaps a female whore if. Her breathing was irregular and she yelped as gave gentle humping motions to enter it into her fully. We saw the outline of the cock as it moved into her, making the cock impression into the lower part of her abdomen. Her legs were trembling as she finally let go and let gravity forced his cock all the way in and he was balls deep. I was playing with her clit to ease the pain and now that it was all the way in, she started to move rhythmically. She was almost getting used to this giant cock. While their faces reflected the horror of what they had just gone through, she did not feel like any of them reflected the same feelings of unease about the ship that she was sure her face did.While they were standing ---huddling--- there, a Confederacy medic came over to them. He was carrying a large tray filled with steaming cups. The cups turned out to be filled with surprisingly good coffee. Smiling, he said, “Thank you all for your help. We actually have not had a great deal of MCI. Mom appeared to be giddier in my presence and had a sparkle in her eye I never saw before. At least, that is what I perceived at the time.I wasn't sure whether it was true or not, so just to be on the safe side besides burning the candle every night, I also did more stuff around the house. Which I think also helped since Mom became more touchy and her clothes a little more revealing when my father wasn't present.Then came the Saturday Dad told Mom he was going golfing with some buddies from.