“How, exactly do you know Gath?” his mother asked her, quite pointedly.“Gath and I are good friends,” Taz replied lightly. In space culture, t...at would have been the end of the discussion. Not so in Brittanic culture.“Good friends, huh?” Zilch said, her eyes boring into her. “Didn’t you say you were married? To that captain who runs the ship that brought you here?”“I am married,” Taz said, growing more uncomfortable by the second. “What does that have to do with anything?”“Taz is one of the med. I knew who the car belonged to and I was worried.The car belonged to Reverend Pendergast. And I was anticipating having to listen to another of his lectures on why I should come to church. I figured that I'd just sneak into the house through the back door and grab a quick snack and take it back to work with me.That way I could avoid the bullshit. Once again, I have nothing against religion. I think it's great for religious people. But I just don't like having someone else's fixation crammed. When I put my peinis in your mouth, it's called a 'blowjob'. When you rub it with your hands, it's a 'handjob'. Your breasts are 'tits' and your butt is an 'ass' Get it?" She grinned and nodded. "Got it!" "Good. Now give me a handjob." She sat on the sink and didn't move. "Give me a handjob," I repeated. "No," Earin said obstinately. "You said I would feel good. I won't play with your pe-- I mean, dick, until you make me feel good." I stared at her. She stared back. FInally, I relented. "Fine.. I undid my own shorts and let myself free. It felt good to be free and get a small bit of relief as my cock grew bigger and harder with each throb.Brian flipped through the channels until he came to a 2 guy/1 girl flick. The girl was sitting on one guy's face, while the other stood next to her getting sucked. The second guy slid out of her mouth and bent over the 1st guy and started stroking him. The girl was moaning encouragements like 'yeah, beat that cock of his' and 'I bet you like touching.