The slow dances had started.The brandy burned my throat; I took another, larger sip and let my mind wander to the only place it could possibly go; whe...ever Alice and Marcus had gone.Were they walking hand in hand on the beach beneath these same stars? Was her body brushing up against hers as they walked on the soft sand? Were they paddling in the warm sea, feeling the water breaking over their toes?Were they kissing in the moonlight, arms wrapped around each other’s taut, fit bodies? Were they. She looks angelic. Even without makeup, Shalyn looks delicious, young and fresh and so appealing, there it is again that tingle; down boy. I have to keep reminding myself, she is my young niece and my thoughts are a no, no!After cleaning up kitchen, it is my turn for a shower; Shalyn did bring her own toilet products, the scent has my head spinning not to mention the growth it seems to inspire on my tool, now standing proud from my body, the large purple head peaking out from my foreskin.Her. “Porter wants him gone. We’ve got another personnel and cargo launch coming up in a week. Once it gets up there, Roger’s coming home on an immediate return flight.” Tony rolled his eyes and Bellows shrugged. “Don’t sweat it, Captain. Go home. Have a drink or two. Get some rest. I’ll call you next week.”“Yes, sir.” Tony came to attention and saluted, then turned and grabbed the rucksack he had been carrying since leaving the desert island. He caught a lift to the parking lot where he had left. He slammed back into me so hard I thought I might split in two."Oh shit." I struggled to find his body to hold on to.Again he slammed into me, "Oh fuck, oh shit." I was yelling it. My tits werenow in a cycle of pulling towards him and flying free and pushing to myface. I tried to grab on the sheets for support.He pulled out, but did not withdraw all the way. He started fucking fast andnot as hard, but it did not lack the feeling. I let go of the sheets andgrabbed my tits to keep them from.