Amelia struck him as an intelligent plain Jane. Simple wardrobe, short hair; a wash and wear girl. He had known a number of women in that category, so...e were sexual dynamos. As a matter of curiosity, he wondered where on the continuum of intimate passions hers resided, not that it mattered for the position, it would never be a consideration.After the first day of class, McKenzie had moved from the rear to take a seat in the front row of the room. Her self-confidence and intelligence were. . well ... pleasant. Not even the AIs can explain why this is.Due to the small size of my fast courier, I was able to safely drop into the system near the moon. Entering hyper my small footprint meant that I could jump from closer to either a planetary body or a star than any other hyper-capable ship.Considering that I knew my itinerary for this jump had not included Earth, I figured that we'd been diverted by a hypercomm signal.My courier, with me providing the "body english", nosed up to the. And a special thing about me, that is I have a banana cock, which a rare thing and women love banana ride.Let’s start a story. This incidence happened in May. On one Sunday evening I went to buy some shirts for me in men’s shop. I was looking for a party wear shirts. I found one nice shirt and I straight away went to a changing room. After I tried that I came to the counter and I was stunned to see a sexy lady. She was a sex goddess. She wore a black colored netted sari, as soon as saw her my. She has a lovely little dimple at the top of her slit, which I can never resist teasing before I seek the real electric nub and before I plunge my fingers into her deepest, moist secrets. In our foreplay clever little Tracey didn't risk a premature finish, so only stroked my balls, leaving the cock clear for the audience to see. I looked up to see the hungry appraisal of the ladies I'd been sitting with. Dangerously stimulated now, I was relieved when Tracey rolled us onto the bed and lay on.