He had that killer look.Arthur would jerk Mitch's hand loose from his sleeve saying, "Not now, I'll tell you when, Mitch," and go back to admiring the...huge pedestal mounted pre-war chrome and brass Zeiss Battleship Spotting Binoculars with the filters and who knows what all mounted to the heavy housing. He gave me that 'Pretty Please, with Sugar on it' look that just begs for a look.So, with my bobcat kit balanced on my fourteen year old shoulder, and half an eye watching Mitch and his itchy. Twelve.“There’s nobody out there,” Manchester announced.“Ahoy the Lightning Bolt,” the space band radio spoke. “Stand down your systems and prepare to be boarded.”“HOLY SHIT!” That was my own voice. “One, two, three, four, five and number six is a class 5000—we’re in trouble.”The Lightning Bolt was a class 400 star ship—the big vessel was twelve times our size. Four of the ships were class 400 and the last was a class 800. If staffed to military standards there could be several hundred on. I blew two guys off in school three years earlier, my mother found out, but was strangely quiet, when she discovered who the boys father was, a quick phone call and a hastily arranged meeting, out at his ranch followed.When we got there, he was alone and he and my mother discussed my giving blow-jobs at such a young age, it was of no coincidence, mother had applied a thick layer of Vaseline onto my lips, after a thin smearing of rouge lipstick, I had a pout that was desirable and indicative of. She could feel Her orgasm rising and She let it wash over Her. Ida’s hips bucked once, then again. Grabbing Craig’s hand She pushed his fingers into Her now wet tunnel and the grinding of Her hips began to fuck them. ‘Oh God Yes, ‘ She gasped and exploded. Craig’s ragged breath in Her ear and his rock hard cock gave away his intense arousal. Ida rolled over and in one swift movement mounted Craig. As his cock sank deep into Her hole, Ida saw waves of pleasure crossing his face. She felt so.