Don’t you feel like you got an itch that has to be scratched nice and hard?”The little darling pressed her pussy down into the sofa cushion and sh... felt the hairs on her snatch tickle her womanhood with a slightly damp sense of release that spread out from her pussy to her toes and made her pant like she was finishing a hard run around the track.“Oh, Uncle Mike, that feels so good. Why did we wait so long for you to touch me down there? Your fingers are like magic, and I feel so nice up inside.. I wanted to run away, but I was unable to move. I focused my eyes and the same devils who beat me were standing less than three yards away, facing the door to the showers. They were joking again and I listened to their conversation. I didn’t understand what they were talking about until the moustached devil mentioned something about gas. I finally put it together. There were no showers. It wasn’t a joke, like we thought, it was a death chamber. The bald devil looked at me and I closed my. And persuade them gently if needed." That will be fine, Governor," Jackson told her."Okay," she said, "next subject. Triad Naval Base. Mr. Belting, you are in charge of that particular phase of this war. What can you tell me?"Matthew Belting was fifty-eight years old and a third generation Martian of American descent. He had served more than sixteen years in the WestHem Navy, the bulk of it aboard Owls and their predecessors. He was an expert in stealth space warfare and had achieved the. I’ve never experienced anything as intense as this. Dave spread my legs as Shelby's lips journeyed down my body, kissing and sucking until she reached my sex. Dave’s length was parting my lips, sliding between them, rubbing against my engorged clit. Shelby must have had a close-up view of his hard rod, poking back and forth among my glistening petals. I could hardly stand but Dave pushed my legs further apart and I felt the broad head of his throbbing cock nudging at my pussy's entrance. I was.