Oh my gawd her mouth was hot and wet - returning to my width to solve her starving some more. The mewing and the moaning and the groaning and the ener...y I’d been clued in on via the mobile phone was present in her effort almost immediately.And then I felt it all go in her mouth. Something neither Sophia nor anyone else had EVER done.“Oh thank god. Thank you, Jesus.” She let back off it for a moment of bubbled air. Somehow still engaged enough in me as a priority to make those words heard for. "See what I mean? It shouldn't be doing that," Bear said. "Yeah you're right. Sounds like it's starving for fuel. Probably a clogged line someplace," Leah said. They rode a little further up the hill and the problem got worse. "We'd better head back to the shop before the bike quits on us altogether!" Leah said. So the next wide spot in the road, Bear turned the bike around and they went back to the shop. "Just pull it in and I'll have a look," Leah said. He pulled the bike into the shop and. "Yes, a flight of House Jacobs' Corsair-class Corvettes were on their way to the Tortora space station and have since diverted to rendezvous with us. They will be able to safely escort you, your handmaidens and your captain. They will also tow the ship so it can be repaired for you," Logan explained."That is good news, when will they arrive?" Ayla asked, slightly concerned."Just over three hours as they are only ten light-years from here," Logan said, picking up on her concern."Not much time. We needed to get on the bed before we slid onto the floor. “Let’s get that damned boot off,” I murmured. “OK, yes, it’s driving me nuts,” she said, her voice tremulous and strained. I dropped to my knees and undid the Velcro straps, and tossed the boot aside. “OK honey,” I said standing. “Let’s get on the bed.” I didn’t need to ask twice. Her arms shaking, she pushed back. I climbed on the bed, hungry to drink in her lush, virginal body. “Are you ready for us to get undressed?” “Oh yes!” she.