The penthouse was his and all the benefitsof living in such a ritzy apartment. The best food, booze, livingarrangements and pleasure dolls money coul... buy. He had busted his assout on the asteroid belt for the past ten years and was finally back onEarth. That last asteroid had been pure platinum and was more thanenough to put him over the top. He would never have to work anotherday.Those ten years had been hard ones both mentally and physically. Thelack of g-forces had left his body small. Up until our divorce proceedings had started, I had not been one to utter a cross word at her, and she was not used to being on the receiving end. I don't know if it was the determination in my voice or her surprised momentary outrage that got her to exhale instead of calling out to the girls and ruining the surprise. I only know that she chose, for her own reasons, to remain quiet as I guided ET remotely over the back fence and moved it nearer to where the girls were grouped – but behind their. I told them again that I'm nineteen years old, I'm a sophomore in college, and I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. First, of course, they asked me to move back into the dorms. I explained again (very patiently, I thought) that I was sick and tired of living in a closet-sized room with another person, and that I'd gotten quite enough of dorm life during my freshman year. Then they came back to the old why-don't-you-live-with-a- roommate line of questioning. There I was on shakier. We're done. Don't worry, you'll get relief in Dr. Linda's office. Now pull your pants up and let's go." Diane adjusted her bra before putting her shirt back on and grabbing her purse. She dragged him out of the car by his hand and started running towards the elevator, her heels clicking and echoing through the dark garage. She felt the familiar slipperiness between her thighs. Sucking on her own son's dick had made her incredibly horny. As she sat in the waiting room she uncomfortably rubbed.