The first time he put his hand up my shirt, I was shocked. I didn’t imagine THAT happening with his mother down the hall. I was all snuggled up betw...en his legs with my back against his belly, and his arms in a bear hug around me. He was nuzzling my neck and telling me how good I smelled. I was warm, content, and barely watching the inane movie we had rented. I felt his hands fiddling with my shirt, and I thought, ‘Well, here goes.’ I closed my eyes and felt my pussy starting to throb. When. If she sees what you’re getting ready to do, you might be hard put to stop ‘er.”“Oh, it’s not like that,” he smirked. “She’s one of those submissive Oriental women you hear about.”I could hear her laughing with the girls. “Yeah, right...” I said. “If I have my data right, you were bopping along thinking ‘cutie’ and ‘it’d be nice’ and she’d already run the calculations, assembled the data, identified the target and...”“Or we were both ‘wouldn’t it be nice’ until Shiva blew up her. Nobody was around, looking at each other eyes we realized we wanted more. Quickly we went back to the hidden place, my dick and her asschecks and boobs outside, she keeped jerking me using my dick to touch her nipples. She stand up saying: "I'm all yours" I answered don't say that..." She just repeated it louder. I couldn't resist, my hand ALL over her body, then I kissed her neck, her boobs, her belly and her pussy at last, while grabbing both of her boobs, I could feel how she liked it while. The man's face changed color and he exploded, "DO NOT CALL ME 'SUSAN'EVER AGAIN!"Adam had only just started to reconcile himself to being a member of theweaker sex, cowered on the bed and looked fearfully, tearfully at thegiant towering over him,and he started crying, and then cried more from the sheer shame of beinga weak woman who would cry from a single slap. He had been in his shareof drunken brawls in the taverns as a man. One of the pastimes of men ina tavern was to see who could hold the.