She lay on the bed and thrust her hips up, allowing him to pull down her panties. They got thrown across the room somewhere - she'd never find them ag...in - and she felt his tongue and hands on her clit once more.'Just fuck me, please just fuck me,' she whispered.'As you wish.'She did wish. The night was going just the way she wanted it so far, and how better to round it off than to feel his cock deep inside her? She needed it; she needed this young man to fuck her all night long. It was one. VanCole had very strict rules for them. They had to wax their pussies every week, they were expected to dress like hookers all the time, they were the maids on the boat and had a strict schedule, Robbyn was so good at sucking dick she was his personal cock sucking alarm clock, and many other strict rules if they ever went to shore. They were rarely allowed entertainment other than the radio and they were required to watch porn of his choosing when he felt the need. He got them both on birth. She had started a small fire when we both heard a sound that we had never heard before. It sounded like an animal stampede only it came from the sky. Next we saw a flash that lit the sky from the north. From the flash came a fireball flying through the air. Mother grabbed me and held me tight, saying a prayer to the Spirits, she said they must be angry with father for leaving the village.I watched the fireball in the distance, it was strange and unlike anything I had seen in all my nine. Along with crime, pollution, and indifference, unscheduled stops of the Turboway were now commonplace. Paul looked out the window, but could see only darkness, and his own reflection. "Probably damn protesters again", mumbled a well dressed businessman in the seat next to Paul. Paul looked to the man, unsure if the comment was directly posed to him or if it was just meant for the whole car. Paul shrugged a 'what are you going to do?' shrug at the man and looked around absently. Finally,.