Oh, it was the hottest, wildest afternoon of my life.So, I knew there was no way for me to get one of these things unless I asked my mom. And, guess w...at? She said she'd been thinking about getting me something to handle my 'urges' as she put it. Mom and I get along really well and can even talk about sex and stuff, so when she said that, I shot right back with "Well, I thought that's what boy's penises were for."She laughed, knowing I was kidding her (well, some, anyway) and she said for me to. Finally, Timmy pulled himself out of his sister and lay down beside her, softly stroking her irresistible body, similar in so many ways to his own, while she massaged his deflating dick. As she looked at him with eyes full of sexual satisfaction, Timmy knew that he would never be as attracted to any other girl as he was to this one. She knew him better than anyone else ever would, and as his thoughts dwelt pleasantly on the closeness of their familial ties, he could already feel his arousal. ”“I was always told first impressions were important. So far I’m not impressed. Let’s start the inspection with the office and command facility and then the rest,” I said.Marcy was taking pictures of everything in every direction.The office was a disaster, just plain filthy and trashy. No organization, no one in command here that gives a damn. That would soon change.What should have been a command headquarters and executive offices were empty of anything of value. Computer screens, terminals. My husband got tired of the pace of it and we moved out to California. My sister met a guy in college and was living with him out here, but he, uh, I guess decided not to stick around. Or something.’ She was looking down at her feet. I didn’t know how to respond, so I looked at her for several moments and then began looking down at my own feet. For a few minutes, neither of us talked. We just kept staring at our feet. Finally, Meredith broke the silence. ‘Do you fly much?’ ‘No, not very.