About two years ago, I had been toying with the idea of setting up a department within the Habitation Department that would locate people who were cap...ble and experienced negotiators and social integrators. When I thought of all the different personality types that we would have in the Ark, I could see a problem in the future with getting them to work together in a cohesive fashion. The only person that I had had contact with who seemed even remotely qualified to head up such a group was. While Raghu’s mother looked good, but not great.I got 3 mobiles, one I gifted to the groom and later one I gifted to the bride. Now I am left with one mobile in my back pocket. I want both their mothers to scream while I fuck. I indigenously want to fuck them. The plan is simple. I can not convince the men in their families.But women are indeed soft. They will go far to protect their children. Now, I want them to suck my dick and lick my armpits. The older ones look good, and they are both. She lost her mind. Her hips bucked off the table, her back arched. Her heels dug a bit painfully into his back, her thighs clamped on either side of his head. Both her hands gripped her breasts through her blouse. His hand kept working, pulling in quick, steady bursts as his tongue matched its rhythm. Her head rolled back and forth and her hips shuddered uncontrollably. Her squeak became one long high pitched note that ran out abruptly as her whole body went limp.“Oh!” a small voice said from. He gulped hard and the orange juice ran from the corners of his mouth and dribbled to his chin."Hello," he slurped. The orange was still caught in his mouth."Elton where were you? I called you before. You were not home. Where the hell were you? Didn't I tell you to wait for me to call. Man alive, I thought you were dependable. Even when I tell you what to do, you screw it all up. Haven't you got any God damn brains? Well, tell me why weren't you home?" Errr, errr... well. I was late this.