The text arrived from Emma > here's the address - I need to use him as a fucking machine to satisfy this itch - Paddy can come over and keep him fille... up with the human DNA if necessary.Just managing to hold the phone and type with one free finger, I replied > I hope he's satisfactory - he should be with you in about 30 mins - he runs quite fast - you might need to hose him down when he arrives - artificial sweat is a bit strange. He's got built in GPS so you should be able to track him in. " The ten minutes would give her time to collect her thoughts, and she could tell from the bright faces that most of them were excited about the prospect of a real mission briefing. Preston and Missy didn't seem as enthusiastic, but Jane didn't let herself dwell on the fact, instead turning and leaving the barracks with head high.The room was dark, and Jane sat at one end of the table, head resting on her arms. Why would the General send these rookies on a planetary? He was nervous about. He began kissing my neck while I unbuttoned his shirt, my hands roaming over his hard chest. He lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, digging his fingers into my butt while walking to the bedroom. We lay down together, moaning and trying to unclothe each other and fondle at the same time. I pushed gently so he was laying down and I undone his pants, freeing his manhood, already rock hard. I took the shiny head to my lips, flicking my tongue around the mushroom-shaped head. Slowly. As you can imagine, this was a situation that I had always dreamed of rectifying. The opportunity arose in a truly unexpected way. Shelley, my wife, had been experiencing extremely bad period pains, and this particular Friday, she told me in the car going home, about her friend Sara’s solution to her similar pain problem. I was happy enough to hear this as I had suffered along with her every month during the three odd days that she was really hell to live with. As it turned out, she had.