So I sat on the edge of one bed and the others found seats on the other bed and in the computer chair. I finally got to know the drummer, who I though... was serious and mean. He was short, skinny, had short, curly blonde hair, and had a stern look on his face all the time. Well maybe that was just around band because I learned that he was a serious party animal and has gotten laid time and time again. He was super chill. He managed to sneak in some beer in his backpack and me and the trumpet. " _____________________In orbit, The Lysium was finally under her own power, the Duke had finally emerged from his chambers after hours of plotting. Yes he thought this would be a most delicious game of cat and mouse, with the duke taking the prize at the end. His crew stayed as far away from him as they could, they'd seen him in as happy a mood as he was in before. It bore no goodwill toward anyone. ‘How do you want me?’ she asked. ‘I want to feel your tits roll under my chest as my cock hammers your pussy. Just lay back and relax as much as you can. I’ll ride your saddle and do most of the work on this one. Is that okay?’ ‘Of course, sir, whatever you desire.’ Mr. Walden rolled her on her back and took a knee in each hand. As he rose over her, he lifted and separated her legs. ‘Do you want me to help place you for insertion?’ she asked. ‘Yes, please do the honors.’ Mr. Walden shifted his. After an endless straining time, we collapsed on the bed totally spent. After a few minutes, I rolled off and pulled her over me. We held each other and shuddered with the aftermath of our orgasms.We slept holding each other. I woke to feeling of warm lips surrounding my growing erection and looked down. My wife was sucking me. I rolled her over and mounted her in the sixty-nine position and buried my face in her warm fragrance. It took very little for me to entice the first orgasm from her.