Her breasts bounced from side to side when he raised his chest, then were caught again as he fell against her. And a peculiar, dizzying swirl began to...spiral within her pussy that left her gasping in anticipation. Even the coarse chafe of his pubic hair rubbing against her tenderized labia seemed to be transformed into a quivering tingle that rushed to join the swirl of electricity sparking around his lunging rod. Her pussy tightened epileptically around his cock, flooding her thick, slick. Jackson swallowed it hungrily, rubbing the excess all over himself.Then he was floating again, up out of the tank down out of the happy little ship and back into the woods. He waved as the ship flew away, vaguely aware that it was a chilly night to be naked in the middle of the road.Jackson awoke naked on his couch in the living room covered in sticky green goo. He tried to remember what had happened the night before and had a flash of sucking on something large and foul which sent him bolting. "Oh yeah, that feels so good Daddy," groaned my little girl as my fat cock pressed against her twat. I watched with swelling desire as my wife rubbed it against her steaming pussy slit, and then rolled it over her swollen bud of a clit. Kristen continued to buck and grind against it, and I could not wait to get inside her."Ready baby?" my wife asked our daughter as she pulled her body backward towards my cock. Firmly holding my cock in her hands, my wife placed her other hand on the perfect ass. I heard the bell call distantly from my pantry and immediately entered the room. The bed sheet was stained with my protégé’s blood and I knew I had finally been denied that sweet fruit. My anger boiled like the water I had the servants take for their bathing. I could barely bring myself to gaze upon Madeleine and inwardly cursed her for a whore. The following morning the Mistress allowed Madeleine to leave to visit her mother and return the following evening. I was hoping she might miss her.