He manages to utter, “Whoa,” and examines our bodies first, then looks at our faces. Jake moves away quickly to close the door and returns to his ...erch against the bathroom counter, in his own sort of daze—not one of lust or passion, but total confusion. I know he’s trying to keep his composure, trying to show us he’s still a gentleman who doesn’t barge in or lay a hand on a drunken lady. But he can’t manage to walk out. We pretend we’re intoxicated, possessed by a spell of lust for each other,. That makes the ship very fast.”“Ten thousand light years in an hour maybe.” John said aloud, “Even if we are talking half that much at 5,000 light years per hour. Wow!”How fast your ships?” Xmon asked.“1 light year.” John was stunned by the possibilities.“1 light year per day?” Xmon asked.“1 light year per year,” John said.“You travel to my home, you be very old when you get there I think.” Xmon looked to John then to Mac, “Xmon picked up the silver coin, with more of these I can help with more. He strolled in, confident in his nakedness, and brushes his lips against my neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt my knees go weak again – as he has discovered over the course of the night that when he does that it goes straight to my clit and makes me tremble. I closed my eyes and leaned into him for a few seconds, absorbing the sensation of his body. “What are you making? It smells good…” he mumbled into my neck. I ignored the question, open the package of spaghetti, and. The smell of sweat, sperm and urine was everywhere. Hours passed and I swallowed the last load of semen being sprayed into my mouth. I was sitting on my knees and I felt so exhausted I almost fell asleep right on this spot. But I still felt kinda horny as I looked down onto my overfilled chastity cage. Most parts of my body we're covered with dried cum. It was also leaking out of my over used asshole. How many man had fucked me? 20? 30? Or even more? How many loads did I swallow? My belly.