When he stood up, Jack realized he was wearing a suit similar to the one that he had just read about in the book he was close to finishing. It had the...nozzles and tubes that recycled everything to keep him alive in the oxygen deprived atmosphere of Mars. If he could have seen himself in a mirror, he would have seen an alien creature that looked like some fearsome monster.Off in the distance, he saw what looked like a sandstorm. Jack was glad it was there and not located where he was standing.. Slaves, after all, do not sleep with theirmaster. It was at this time that I revealed to her a device that I knew shewould hate - her new bed. I had had this "bed" for some time. I kept it stored in my garagefor many years, never having any use for it. Really, I only bought it as anovelty, never believing that I would get a chance to use it. Times do change. The "bed" is a wooden totem, of sorts. It was carved, by hand andhad depictions of many strange faces upon its center pole. Bored into the. My theory: If there is cum in you, it stays in you, if it starts to leak out, someone needs to be there to lick it up, drink it, swallow it, whatever, don’t let it go to waste. There should be a law against wasting cum! I reached out extending my hands to Kerry. She took my hands and gently pulled as I lifted her off of Tom. I pulled her close, her head resting on my naked breasts, one of my hands on the back of her neck and the other at the small of her back. She stood staring up into my eyes. My brain spun, did she call me weird because her sister said something, was it because I had been staring, had she seen my pants tent up? I had no idea, but it kept my brain spinning for the entire day until I got home. When I got home, there was another note on the counter telling me that there was meatloaf in the fridge, and could I please do more than one load of laundry today and put the clothes away this time. I flushed a bit from the combination of feeling like I had let mom down,.