Sarah’s tongue moved across her lips as a low, hungry moan bubbled from her throat.While he jacked slowly on his cock, Jimmy touched his mother’s ...its inside her dress. Sarah’s body jerked, but forward, not back. His palm closed about her tit, and he felt it, stroking it, squeezing it, feeling her nipple stiff against his palm, burning past the light-weight material of her dress.“You’re not wearing a bra, Mom,” Jimmy said.Sarah hardly heard. She stared with hot eyes at his cock. It was about. I pulled up her top to expose her braless tits. I then hitched up her skirt so I could see her cunt.She lay there looking perfect. Hooded. My tongue made contact with her labia. As instructed, it was freshly shaved. I’d always enjoyed eating her pussy which was fantastically tight. But eating her was imperative if she was to accomodate my long thick cock eight inches.She must’ve recognised my technique as she was making the noises I recognised while trying not to speak any actual words. Once I. Once females and males were equal but those in control demanded all went into the great task and so we females became little more than well-educated slaves to produce ever more Raffagee,” she replied sadly.“Yes, we studied some of the vast amounts of data in the captured AIs. Your people have won no friends anywhere where they went. Whole planets were looted and civilisations wrecked in your wake and all in a useless venture as these Yron were no more and your original worlds barren lifeless. Helen was curious about her host and teacher. The perverted professor of psychology was beginning to open up her own thoughts about human psyche. The way people become freaks. But, was David really a freak of human nature? She needed to know more about this man and the only way was to stay as his guest and not run away. At dinner the twosome company remained silent as they ate. David was an excellent cook and she was also hungry. Not for sex anymore, but food, wine and knowledge. Helen sipped.