The command module - the toughest part of the Cinnabar Hawk, for good reason - had shucked and jived its way down through the burn, through the clouds... as Vice had wrestled with what little control remained to him to keep it on a survivable trajectory, before eventually smashing headlong into a vast and multi-layered alien jungle, tree after tree shattering under its impact, marginally decreasing its momentous velocity, until the ruined, battered metal had finally come to a complete stop.The. So I reached into my bag, knowing that I could not wait to feel the little device inside of me…I did not waste any time; I just rammed it in me and let out a moan. I kept on driving on the freeway but undid my white blouse and pinched my nipples so hard, that I cried for more. So, I returned to my wet cunt and slid the nice toy even deeper in me, doing it faster and faster, while rubbing my clit with my fingers.It then happened, before I could wait for it. I exploded feeling my cunt in flames,. We had to confess our fetishes to each other in bed after dark - and always did this as we fucked each other slowly and sensually. The stimulation of what we discussed always induced more intense and deep orgasms, so we knew we were on the right track. After a few weeks of exhaustive discussion we were ready to act out our agreed fantasy. It all started early one spring evening with my wife Jane getting ready to go out. I secretly watched as she seductively changed into her new black lingerie. ”When they reached Livia’s office, Melissa reached into her pocket and pulled out the sheer sheet. Holding it with both hands, she handed it to her sister. “Here you go.”She delicately picked up the shawl, using her thumb and forefingers.“You can be as rough with it as you want. It can’t be ripped.”Livia felt the gossamer fabric. “It is so light! It’s like is not really there.”Melissa snorted, “Tell me about it. Last night, I put it on the dresser of my hotel room. This morning, I couldn’t find.