I was wrong! Greg pulled her into his arms, kissing her again, holding her longer, and now he unbuttoned her skirt and pulled the zipper down, pushing...on her skirt until it fell to her ankles. She protested again, but her protests fell on deaf ears as he now undid her blouse and pulled it free. She said, "Please Greg, don't do any more; I can't give myself to you." She was standing in her peach colored bra, and matching sheer lacy slip, as he was holding and caressing her. In spite of her. John pulled from me as he was softer than he was before leaving for work, this morning. John took off for the bedroom, when he seen that I didn't clean anything up. I walked in to see him shaking his head at me. I smile, grab his ass before taking my skirt off. I left my hose and heels on, I wasn't finished with him yet. I propped the pillows up and settled in a comfy spot, spread my legs and began to finger my wet used pussy. John stood there and watched as the cum oozed down to my ass.I. Roger grinned when the young man wasn’t looking, he wasn’t too worried, and most of what needed doing happened automatically when a colony was established. The AIs had a standard procedure in place now for indoctrinating colonists and ensuring that they were healthy and, in the case of concubines, generally obedient. What Andrew needed to think about, and the whole purpose of this conversation, was the medium-to-long-term future of his new colony.“Andrew, Albion is being set up as a breeder. She curled her fingers in her bush, dipping quickly into her cunt and then out just as quickly. The sudden movement arched her back and a cry escaped her pouting lips. She felt heady and open for explorations. She grabbed her labia and tugged and then again quickly darted inside and then out, returning to her lips. Slowly parting her lips, she found her clit tender and dancingunder its hood.She caressed the tip of it, slowly going back and forth. She gushed again, this time it created a puddle.