To most people it looked like the ugliest thing in the world. To Ben, it was something with enough firepower to blast away a few of those damned machi...es and Liodammians.He found the cockpit to be in much better order than the look of the transport itself. The control systems were state-of-the-art, glowing LCD screens and touch screen controls. He was also pleased to find that it used a flight stick instead of direct computer input- he preferred the feeling of the flight stick to that of. "Of course you are. Beatrix. You can call me Trixie." Welcome Trixie. Have a seat." Thanks." She sat behind them.Michael turned in his seat to talk to her. "Jag paints," he said, gesturing to the screen. Several paintings hung on the walls of the house. Many obviously painted by the same artist, darkly colorful portraits and scenes depicting metamorphosis done in the Weimar style of Expressionism with oddly chosen colors for skin and heavy brush strokes that gave the paintings a dark yet. Mom took his cock in her hand and started caressing it and stroking it. She started caressing and kissing his hairy chest passionately.She pinched his nipples, arousing him. He was holding her hair and placed his hand over her head, supporting her in sucking. While she was sucking his cock he unhooked her bra, and her gorgeous boobs were out freely.With her back on window support, he pushed her and started sucking her nipples and playing and pressing her big boobs. They both were moaning. . yes... that is when he first told me." Do you remember how he held your hand and touched his nose to yours?"I heard a gasp in the adjacent box. I could roughly discern the changesin her facial expression through the separating wire. Despair becamemixed with curiosity."He-he spoke of such an event to... to you?" No. Jean Paul Richard never spoke of your private bliss to anyone. Itis much too precious." But then how...?" He never spoke of how he first met you at that run down book store.