My light wasn’t on when Smita reeled home that night, but she came in anyway. I was fast asleep and the next thing I knew someone tumbled into bed b...side me and started tickling me.”Smita! What the hell? You’re drunk!””Not drunk, Alan,” she said.”Just pleasantly horny.”She was more than horny, and her good mood was contagious. She started tickling me again, and before I knew it I had kicked half the covers off. I always sleep in the raw, and in the craziness of Smita’s tickling, my dick got. He had never been able to prove it was Riggers, but he was the only flyer in range at the time.As he gained speed, Riggers stayed right beside him to his Starboard. To the Port and back a bit was the Ferrari Team, they were still forming up into their racing cone formation so would not put on a lot of speed right away. He knew once they got set, he was in for a race from them. The only Flyer he feared in his heart was the Wright Brothers. Those two boys from the IO River Province had a flyer. Her tits were a perfect handful tipped with dark nipples and small areolas. The look in her eyes now was of lust, she was horny and he knew she would go all the way now. Her skirt was still covering her panties and her pussy but he could see the wetness of her lust beginning to show through the tartan material. He raised his own shirt up and over his head, dropping it on the ground and his lean muscled torso was exposed to her eyes. Bending over her he kissed her deeply once more, sliding his. Soon I would feel him inside me, but until then, the delicious anticipation was building up. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!And them from behind me I heard "Get ready babe!"Yes, I thought, finally. He ran his cock up and down my slit, lubricating himself with my juices and then he pressed himself inside me. I moaned loudly as he slowly drove himself deeper and deeper into me. When I felt his full length inside me, I arched my back against him, bringing my ass higher, offering it to him,.