“Oh, Mrs Hotter,” I panted, thrusting my cock into her. “I can’t believe you’re so wet!”“You make me so horny, Darren,” Mrs Hotter gas...ed back. Then she lowered her body, reaching back with one hand to stroke her clit while I kept on working as hard as I could, enjoying the feel of huge udders against the palms of my hands, and the feel of the woman’s vagina closing around me.“Ah! I’m going to cum again!” Mrs Hotter breathed. “See what your big cock does to me, Darren? I’m going to cum again!. In contrast, if you already have something wrong, like cancer, it normally won’t deal with that.”“What about Larry Martin?”“That was part of what Jonas was going to discuss with some of the people on Crossroads today. I thought if they couldn’t permanently cure his paralysis he might, at least, be able to live normally on Chaos and impregnate Nadia. They could then return to Earth to bear and raise the child. It might be the way around the Catch Twenty-two problem with the stem cells.”While. I already had two changes of the light-weight orange sweat suits the prison supplied, for the times when I wasn't working, but he said I needed something stronger and an apron for work wear. Then it was a visit to a tool store to buy stuff that I had little or no idea of what they were used for but cost the earth in credits as he never bought the cheapest. "False economy," he informed me, "Good tools will last you for the rest of your life." I didn't tell him that I would only need them for the. " And she pushed her hips upward. I took that as a cue and met her motion with my own. Hot. Wet. Tight."Oh, Stoney..." she sighed."Are you okay, Johanna?" Very much so. Please..." Her hips punctuated her request. No, this wasn't some variety of animalistic humping. I'd dreamed of Jo for weeks and I wanted to love her body. We arched into each other, connecting, merging, mating, in the most physical and spiritual senses of the word. Each stroke put an "mmmmm" or an "ooohhhhh" in my ears."Stoney.