“And we just received this,” she said, indicating the message.“Oh Shit!!” he said and paused.“Oh shit! indeed,” the Colonel replied.“But...that would mean that he is probably sitting out in the Ort cloud with ... with at least a Battalion of Space Marines and... !” he just stopped, as he realized what he was about to say meant.“You know who he is?” the Colonel asked.“Yes, Old Punish and Hurt! If you thought Admiral Rockler was tough, he is a pussy cat compared to Patrick Henry Patton, three-star. Clamping it tight she announces, “I’m going to enjoy this.” She releases the clamps controlling how slow she slides down. When she’s full of dick she waits a second before starting fucking me. As she gets into her stride she occasionally leans back getting maximum friction to her g-spot. This causes her to hollow like a cowgirl riding a stallion “Yes. Yes FUCKING YES.” My hands have not been idle. They’re tormenting her nipples. Squeezing and pulling them seems to encourage Sam to fuck faster.. I was spying on her from the tree house that my father and I had built when I was only ten years old. Actually, he did the building and I did the fetching. I had spent many happy hours in the cozy shack watching birds or star-gazing through my telescope. The shack was only a dozen feet from my parent's second-floor bedroom. I always hoped for a glimpse of Mom in the nude or of her and Dad fucking, but they were very careful about closing the d****s. With me away at college, Mom had apparently. As I ate, she finally spoke. "Angie, I have had a lot of time to think about your request." I stopped eating at that moment, my heart again pounding. "I will admit, it is an odd one, but after some thought, I feel that it is not that big a deal. So yes, I will strip for you. Meet me in my practice room tonight." I jumped for joy. I would finally see my mom strip.I barely remember the rest of that day. I was in a fog, anticipating the night. I went out with my friends and all but I raced home.