That robe did not leave much to the imagination, and his mother wasn't wearing any underwear. Her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair was tickling at h...s cock head."I think you should get a job," Linda continued, seemingly unaware of her son's aching erection touching her most private part."Mom..." Kevin complained. His dad had already tried to have this talk with him."I'm serious. I don't think it's right for a boy your age to be doing nothing at all with his free time." Linda put her hand on. "I want those pictures now asshole!" "Well you aint getting emuntil you do a couple of things for me and my friend." "What kind ofthings?" I picked myself up off the ground and got right up in her face.She stood at least 5 inches taller than me as I put my hands around herwaist."Now sweet Karen, me and my friend want to have a little fun with you inyour bedroom sometime this weekend and you aint getting the picturesuntil we are both satisfied." "You fuckin bastard, this isn't fair, Inever did. After walking through the scanner and having their ID checked, they were soon walking down the familiar passage to enter the ship.At the second airlock, another soldier scanned their IDs, checked they had the ships schematic on their minder and directed them to where their cabins were located. At this point, Lee and Kyle had to go their separate ways.They planned to meet up again at dinner.Lee finally found her new cabin.Lee had discovered when she boarded that she had been shifted down a deck.. , Seven, Eight, Nine..." They did indeed sound like track workers driving a spike, except rather than the clink, clink, clink of hammers against a spike, it was the splat, splat, splat of wet hands against ass cheeks.By the time they reached one hundred, Sara was moaning loudly. At around one hundred twenty- five, she began to thrash on the deck. At one hundred forty-five she groaned loudly and went rigid, vibrating her body in an obvious orgasm. After five more slaps, The Three J's stopped.