The Craxill looked like someone had mentioned the family's dirty laundry.Addressing Priya, I said, "Unlike the Space Service girl who brought me that ...ce water on the way to the place of bonding, the guards are genetically imprinted with a pattern of subservience and obedience. They can not set strategy, nor take a great deal of initiative, but they do very well at finding creative solutions to the goals they are given."Back in the home system, there were Alphas who led, Betas who managed, and. “It’s so wet too. Bet my cock would slip right in.” “Doubt it,” I said, taunting him. Before I knew it my uncle had forced his entire cock into my pussy with one thrust. “Oh-fuck,” He moaned. “It’s so tight.” I pretended to struggle with him and asked, “You like taking your nieces pussy don’t you?” “Hell yes,” He said as he pulled in and out of me. “I should’ve taken it a long time ago.” I heard the door close quietly and saw Chris standing by it. He walked over slowly and started to strip his. Kyle's arms found their usual place, as Heather snuggled into her son. Now was the acid test for not only Jeremy's theory, by Kyle's as well, he told himself as he was about to make his move; whatever mother wanted, even if it meant she didn't want her son as her lover, Kyle would honour her feelings. Kyle did not wait long, and his right hand began to caress the back of his mother's upper thigh. As usual Heather was wearing a short skirt that had fallen down to her hips, with her knees drawn. But he felt she probably had the hots for most men; she seemed like the kind of woman who couldn't get enough cock. That's what he didn't like about her. He liked a woman who was more selective, who was harder to get. There was no challenge with a dame like Trish Byers--except to keep your pants up! Still, she could probably give a guy the fuck of his life. She was one hot cunt all right. As for her "brother," Peter didn't like tile cut of the kid's jib. He doubted that tile mop-haired youth.