She milked out all that jizz from me. She worked out every drop while the pleasure slammed into my mind.And washed out of my pussy.I loved it. Cumming...as a futa, sharing this with her. I held her rump tight as we hit the peak of our pleasure. Then she groaned and rolled off of me. She panted as she lay beside me, her hair spilling over her pillow. I joined her, my entire body trembling through the pleasure we just enjoyed.“Jenny,” whimpered Wendy. “Oh, that was wonderful. You're amazing.”“And. Where the hell is Russell? I though. I looked at the clock it wasn't event 12 he wouldn't be back for hours. I sat in the reception chair and wondered what to do. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding so hard I though it would come out of my chest but there was something else. I had a feeling of anticipation like I had never felt before. As the minutes passed I had to admit that every time I though about how Samson had pressed his nose into my pussy I felt the same feeling of. I walked to the foot of the bed and stood there with my legs somewhat apart and my arms folded as I tried to assume a pose suggesting a confidence and mastery I was far from feeling.I looked at my acquisition. She was lying on her back with her legs somewhat apart; huge flows of spunk had oozed from her cunt and a pool of it, still wet and sticky, had gathered on the cover. Her vast brown breasts, although impressively firm and round, had settled a little to either side of her and through the. “You can never be too careful!” She replied archly.Docking bay 13 was part of the dry-dock and was used for retrofitting spacecraft to new designs. This meant they had to circle the huge shipyard to be able to dock from the other side. Their freighter made steady progress and soon they began their final approach to the station. This side of the shipyard saw much less traffic and the damaged spacecraft awaiting repairs looked lonely and forlorn somehow.“What did that?” Alyssa asked in awe,.