I moved deeper into her pussy with parts of my forearm now also in her widened hole. In parallel I was fucking her tiny asshole really hard and realiz...d there was no back soon. Joanne had another couple of climaxes and I stoped counting. I was now getting ready. While still ducking her pussy with my wrist I took my dick out and commanded Joanne to get ready for my load. She took my head into her mouth and played with her pierced tongue around it. That gave it the rest. I took my dick out of her. The cottage itself is as old as I am, built in the early 1940’s from sandstone blocks. It had been refurbished in early 2000, and the double entrance was one of the important modifications made to maintain a good climate inside. Along with heavy insulation in the walls and ceilings, the owners had installed double glazed windows, which still had the external look of leadlight style, but the huge advantage of insulation improvements. The timber floors had been covered in a lush, neutral coloured. Frenchy disappeared again.These were, apparently, autodocs straight from Larry Niven's Known Space stories. We get in and they fix everything wrong. Okay, what's your success rate with these things? How many people have you lost?"They don't screw up. WE may screw up and ask for something we decide later we don't want, but the med-tubes don't screw up. Look at me. I'm 56." He looked 25 or 30. "I was a reconstructive surgeon for the Army until I came up here to learn about their medical. "Cool. Just got up myself." I said. "Follow me to the kitchen. On a beverage run. Some energy drinks. You thirsty dude." said Brad. "Nice! Hit me up!" I said. We made some small talk. I took a big sip from a huge metal can. "Good stuff." I said. He pulled out a six pack from his fridge.I walked behind him to the 2nd floor of his house. His house was pretty big. There was still stuff in boxes s**ttered around the house. He opened his bedroom door. He had a big computer on one side of his room..