Rhiannon slowly turned around, her back facing Jake, and slowly pulled down her panties, stopping at just below her ass, turning her head around and s...ductively biting her bottom lip, then dropped them completely, the black string hitting the floor. “Please Jake, come fuck me. I won’t tell if you won’t,” she said quietly, bending over the counter. At that point, Jake couldn’t take it anymore, thoughts of his sleeping girlfriend dropped with this sexy slut's panties. He walked towards her,. Beringer, her maiden name. In time, as webecame more Parisian, she made me call her Madame Beringer.Nighttime would come and there was no relief for me. My wife would retireto her bedroom, locking the door behind her. We had long stopped havingintercourse. Actually, two or three weeks into our wedding, she hadcurtly told me that intercourse with me was not pleasant and she didn'twant to do it anymore. No matter how I pleaded with her over the yearsthat I could learn what pleased her, my wife. ”I just got myself back together and asked, “And how big is this sixteen-year-old stud?”“To be honest he is an inch bigger than me and wider. His sisters love it. I think he is going to be bigger than Greg someday.”I cocked my head and put a finger to my cheek as I smiled and teased, “Oh and when is he coming to see you again?”“Would you really want to fuck him?”“Although the thought of doing it with both of you made my pussy tingle. He is not part of our tribe so I don’t know if he can be. Our forecastle is detatchable from the freight area, so, we can buckle down to just 172.543 metric tonnes when we're not hauling cargo. As I've said, we were a spice trading vessel, which, I'm sure most people like you might scoff at ("I get my spices from the grocery store!") what you don't realize is, most of the spices, herbs and seasonings that Humanity uses, don't grow off of the core worlds, either gravity's too high or low, or there's too much oxygen, or not enough, or too much.