I stepped out of my trousers and she threw them over with my shoes and shirt. At no time had her attention left my cock."It's so nice!" she exclaimed ...reathlessly."You really like it?" I asked, as I grasped the fat shaft and began to stroke slowly."Yesssss!" she hissed excitedly.I can't even begin to describe the pleasure that ran through me as I looked at her lovely young face while she stared at my cock with wide, eager eyes. Her beautiful lips parted slightly and the tip of her pink tongue. Timmy, I was suddenly so ashamed of myself. I'd just met a total stranger in a hotel room and let him fuck me. I had this vision of my mother and my sisters pointing at me and calling me a tramp and a slut. I saw them clucking their tongues and shaking their heads. I imagined I could hear them telling me I wasn't worthy of being the wife of a wonderful man like you. I started to sob. When I finally got home I had to sit in the garage and fix my makeup so you wouldn't be able to tell I'd been. The Hill Aerospace Museum "SCR-578" was a post-war model and incomplete. Crude by today's standards, I challenge you to build one from scratch! Even assymbly from a parts kit would be too much for most of today's Americans. On the other hand, a World War Two-era American wouldn't be able to turn on a modern laptop or smart tablet without further education.For the record, I lied to Ken. There was no replicator in my car, just a transporter "disk." The actual fabrication took place in space and. She held out her hands to Erik and he took them into his as he knelt before her."What is it?"She drew his hands to her and placed them over her abdomen. Her eyes moved from staring into his and down to the place their hands covered then back up to his eyes. She shrugged ever so slightly and gave a mischievous smile. She watched as his eyes moved from their joined hands and back to hers. After the fifth time, he froze as his eyes met hers. His mouth moved silently and Christine began to.