They were down on the cushioned mats and he had his head buried between her welcoming legs and his tongue in her slit almost before Wendy and I got in...o the room with them. They maneuvered into a sixty-nine, and I thought that seemed like a good idea for Wendy and me. We followed suit.Wendy seemed as eager as I was for the sexual contact. I felt there was something there besides just our connection at a swingers club, like she wanted to prove herself to me or something even deeper.I started by. .. they were sterile.Two scientists, one historian and a martial arts practitioner.One scientist was researching earth reproductive practices.The other was working with Cassandran males with the intent to reduce the number of heroes needed to restore the population.The martial arts woman was deceptive but a real killer in a spectacular package.The historian was a Ph.D.All four were a testosterone driven male’s ideal woman. I was extremely fortunate to have Zoe along. She made the final. "Well, that's nice. Will Peg be there? She doesn't seem to like me." Yes, Peg will be there. And you're not invited. Brandon said he was sorry but Peg told him not to invite you."My pride was hurt and I was furious, mostly at Brandon for being a wimp. How could Peg dictate who Brandon invited to his parties? But, on reflection, I didn't really care much. Abbie had gone back to college. I had enjoyed looking at and playing with her splendid body. Peg, by contrast, reminded me of a bulldog. And I. I slowly straddle your body, take your still throbbing cock in my hand and slowly rub it back and forth between my hot, wet, pussy lips. Your precum allows it to slide nicely. Then I guide your member into my twitching and wanting pussy. I ease down slowly onto you enjoying each inch as it enters me. When you are completly inside my pussy, I start to grind against your body. You arch up to meet my moves. You have filled my pussy perfectly. I ride you hard and fast. It doesn't take me long to.