I do blame her, it really is all her fault, had I not met her I would no doubt still be happy in my non sexual marriage not having a clue that my body...wanted and demanded more and more attention. What can I say? Not a prude by any means I certainly didn't know what I had inside of me until she started to coyly tempt me to think differently, to think dirty. Not really her fault I suppose, she has just been the catalyst to looking at myself more honestly, so I must thank her for being the. At the top of my finger stroke, Bren would thrust upwards, I later found out that it was her clit that I discovered.After 2 or 3 of these strokes, she clamped her legs together and tried to roll left and right, then she pushed my hand out of her panties. Her hand landed on my raging hard on and she squeezed as the orgasm rolled through her.Bren fixed her shorts, leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and said “thanks, it felt so much better than when I do it”. She remembered that her hand had. I applied short bursts of thrust to move us forward and in the direction I wanted to go. I needed a few more klicks of separation before I'd apply steady thrust to prevent the wash from toasting the station."Sam, take over engines." I've got engines, Max."I watched the scanners and monitored systems. Sam could do the whole thing if necessary, but I liked to do some of it myself. After about five minutes Sam announced, "We are clear of Amethyst Station to apply steady thrust. Applying thrust,. Very very afraid.Ms. Jenkins made a hand gesture and suddenly a large black hand clampeddown over his mouth. A giant black man had been behind him and now he'dtaken away his ability to protest whatever was about to happen."My Momma always said you can't fix stupid," Ms. Jenkins continued."Well since that can't be fixed, we'll just have to fix the fact thatyou're a white male."She was between his legs then and he felt her inject him several times. It wasn't overly painful, but it was invasive. .