It was within walking distance of the shuttle ramps to both yards hovering in near orbit and to the city dirt side. The hotel had a well stocked bar a...d kept a good board for the steady flow of diners; you didn't dine out there, you 'ate', - a dockside café rather than an up town restaurant. Mine Host ran his establishment well and pardoned no nonsense; his memory of faces, in all variations of disrepair, meant here were no second offenders.The Flock did later retain a suite there. The yard was. The resulting pictures, seen both in black and white and in color, are beautiful depictions of this moment. Martha’s hands strategically placed make the pictures erotic and suggesting, rather than pornographic.But this is about that afternoon, not what becomes apparent later.Matt looks with lust at his wife. She just satisfied him to such a high degree. He wants to make her feel wonderful also. But Matt is worried about hurting the baby in her. Looking at Martha’s swelling breast, so full. Her hands covered my buttocks, with her fingers tips, working down my arse crack. She pulled me in a little, and I looked down watching my cock go a little further into her mouth. I wanted to see her face, I moved her hair from her face, and stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. I could see the shape of my bulging cockhead pushing against her inner cheek. She didn’t once glance up to see if I was enjoying this, she just knew I was. Her focus was on my cock, and how many different ways she. ”“That wasn’t Gerri screaming, Marcie,” Milt said as he took his rampant cock out and shook it near her nose.“Want a quick taste?”“Mmmm, it’s an offer I hate to refuse, but the idea is for you to use that lovely dong on my teenage darling when Gerri finishes with her.”“I can go more than once you know,” Milt said sourly.“Common knowledge Milt. But both Gerri and I want you to rise for the occasion. You’ll be fucking Aniah more than once. And I expect your performance to wean her onto the male.