I would go to the house and say who I was and offer to return some correspondence she might have written. I would leave it to her to decide what to do...with them. *The following day I stood on the doorstep visualizing a grey-haired lady not too dissimilar from my mother. I was surprised when the door opened.“Hello, can I help you?” The brown-haired woman looked to be in her mid-thirties, although I’m lousy with women’s ages. She was slim and had an attractive face, were it not currently screwed. "You tell me," I replied. "You're one of my biggest fans," I replied."I can't wait for the release of your new one, the photos do you justice," Jacob said as he moved around the bed snapping pictures of my cleavage and large breasts hanging as I crawled toward him."Which photo?" I asked as I laid back and pushed my tits together as I hung off the edge of the bed. "The one with the cock in my dirty slutty mouth or the one with a black cock in my ass?" Both," Jacob smiled as he zoomed in on my. “It wasn’t my idea,” Phil said quickly.“Figures,” the guy said. “I thought I might have someone on the team with half a brain. Turns out you’re a dumbass like the rest of these numb nuts.”Then the oddest thing happened. The man actually smiled. In a week of practice Phil had never seen that particular expression on the skipper’s face. He’d seen agitation; he’d seen consternation; he’d seen resignation and maybe even constipation. He had never seen a smile. It took him a moment to regain his. I got behind her and with the help of some of Mom's lubricant, and slowly entered her. Everybody stopped to feel the penetration. Sadda's daughter groaned the loudest, as she felt the equivalent of a phantom cock enter her.Holding her hips for stability, I felt the head of my cock slide over the small bumps, within her vagina. I went excruciatingly slow, for I knew she would orgasm with any additional stimulation."Pull, all of you pull.The ship surged ahead again as the girls worked together. I.