I couldn’t help but notice his bulge as she felt him up for a second and read his CAP card for sub scores. It wasn’t that large and he was obvious...y inexperienced, but I got the impression that she wanted a bit of a “beta” male type to warm her bed at night for the rest of the voyage. I tried to focus on this and my own household rather than thinking of Margret’s sad fate and the loss of her ... at least we had that one last fuck, aboard a space freighter no less!“State your name,” Sergeant. The excited teen, although loving his mother’s tongue where it was, he wanted her mouth on his cock as he spurted his thick cream. Taking the shameless woman by her hair he pulled her off his asshole and onto his cock… mentally noting that it would not be that last time he would feel his mother’s tongue down there on his asshole. Helen, guided by her son’s hand licked up the underside of his erect cock until she opened up her mouth to take the head between her lips. Once again she enjoyed her. For the reasons explained above, the text as it stands now is an amalgamof ideas from two different decades and from a person who changedconsiderably in between. The parts set in the mid-2000s and in the late2010s, respectively, were actually more or less written in those timeperiods, giving the whole a certain patchwork-like flavor. I decided notto make a conscious effort to level out all the differences in style, asI believe that it adds a sort of authenticity to the story. The finalproduct. "My God! It's... going to rip me... !"Savagely, he thrust, to drive his cock deep into her seething, clasping cuntal sheath, his hardened length soaring up into her with forceful pressure, until with a satisfying slap of flesh on flesh, he was all the way up inside her, his blood- engorged cock's head flicking past the neck of her cervix and nudging solidly against the blind end of her vaginal passage. Looking down with glee he saw that his thick length was really buried in her cringing cuntal.