Task Force Foxhound, consisting of the CSS Arthur C. Clarke and the corvette CSS Caldecot Castle, would be departing for Hesperus early in the morning...– about oh-four-hundred Monday. The crew of the Clarke had spent a busy weekend transferring their extra concubines down to Thule, where Lieutenant Carruthers had arranged for a cluster of pods for the crew's families at Base Scott. Normally the Clarke's families would have remained on board, like those of a cube ship's crew, but Hesperus was. His tongue found her cleft and then her clit. She gasped and whispered, “Oh, yes…” John’s tongue felt like magic on her clit. The heat and tightness were building in her body. Then John’s fingers pushed inside her.The sensation of her hot wetness on his fingertips flooded over his brain. His tongue fervently danced on her clit. Within her wetness, his fingers moved slowly at first and then their rhythm increased. “Ohhh fuuuuck,” she screamed as the muscles of her pelvis spasmed and she gushed. I pushed gently, parting him from my body, and he groaned in need. My hand stroked and cupped him through the fabric, feeling his hard girth. He pressed into it and I undid his zipper, reaching into his pants. He spilled into my palm, the tip of him slick with need, and I slowly squeezed him and stroked his length eagerly. He pumped his hips, his eyes shut, his face blank except for his evident passion rising in his cheeks.My mouth met his again, kissing him hard, and when we parted, I knew we. "I stopped rubbing her pussy and pulled my hand out from between mom's legs and went back to eating my sandwich, that I had to finish eating."Oh master no, I need to cum so bad, please master let me cum." Turn your chair to face me and spread your legs out to each side of the chair."As mom turned her chair out and around for her to face me and got her legs spread out to each side of it for me to see her pussy better, I took another bite of my sandwich and seeing that I had three bites left, I.