I guess it's offwith the mustache. Okay, I'm ready to try this idea of yours out, whenshould we go see this friend of yours?"Lynn said, "Well, how abo...t right now. It's Saturday, and I knowJennifer's salon is open, we can take a walk down to her place, and talkwith her. Hey maybe she can come up with some more ideas we can use."I said, "Okay but first I need to take a pee, too much coffee."Lynn giggled as she said, "Me too, I guess it's pee break time."Once everyone was done using the bathroom,. Over the next few weeks Jane noticed that Shaun seemed to have stopped seeing prostitutes, and guessed that it was because, without their rent money, he needed all his remaining earnings just to pay the mortgage. She felt sorry for him, but what could she do?Then one day when Mark's car was gone from the drive so Shaun knew Jane was alone in the house, he knocked on her back door, and was standing looking sheepish when she opened the door."Jane, we need to talk." Sure, Shaun, Mark is out, did. He knew he was too. She didn’t have the energy to cry out but as soon as he saw her eyes tip back in her head, he stopped clenching his muscle and soaked her insides, pulling out after the third jet to let his juices spray over her sweat covered body. He held his cock in her direction and allowed all the remaining spunk to flow over her.Janice had almost, but not quite, passed out with the sheer exhilaration of the act. She slumped off her husband letting his cock plop from her backside and. So I went willingly to meet my mother, catapulted across the sky in a translucent sphere, the zenith of our technology. It was a ship, an orb filled with a living mucus in which I floated. Ailerons on the hull guided my craft through the air ensuring a direct hit. I would enter through her nose, a pair of massive holes on the front of her flat face. I was so tiny in comparison it was almost impossible to miss. But I was blind to all of these things. Operating the craft was not my job. I was.