” And then he snickered again. His hand slowly stroked that big, thick cock of his. The balls were nothing to complain about either. They were huge ...y most adult men’s standards and hung in a nicely hairy, loose scrotum that demanded being cupped by a lewd hand.I came up behind him and pushed down my own baggy shorts. I grabbed his hips and pushed my cock against his butt.“Hey, fucker. Cut it out!” he said, a hint of the jitters in his snicker this time.“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna stick it up. Sarek was not around to answer my questions, and I wondered whether destroying the harmful germs would end up killing me in the process.The worst of the fever had passed by the time Sarek reappeared. With the help of a younger colleague, he struggled to open the door, but the mechanism had seized with two hundred years of disuse. They summoned assistance from another man, dressed in a crisp grey uniform."Please stand back," the latest arrival urged, producing what appeared to be a small pistol. But there was a hint of doubt in my husband’s comments. I looked across at him and felt a surge of desire for my man. ‘Brad,’ I said running my hand up his thigh, ‘I plan on some real fun when we get home.’ ‘Oh do you,’ Brad joked, ‘With me and the baby sitter?’ ‘Kinky boy. I know she is a hot little thing, but at eighteen Stephanie is a little young don’t you think.’ ‘Perfectly legal, but morally irresponsible,’ Brad sighed in mock exasperation. As we pulled into our garage I ran my hand. It looked like she was awake for a while now. Then she walked to the sex room, stopping beneath the door-frame, like she was lacking courage to enter. I went to brush my teeth and when I came back she was standing still in front of the torture chamber's door. That's when I called her."Erika, get ready for me, I'm coming for you in 15 minutes."She looked up, like the ceiling was talking to her, then she walked calmly to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, checked her already brushed hair on the.