“I love the way you feel inside me,” you said and began to rock back and forth. I cupped your breasts with my hands and sat fairly still letting y...u do the work. You looked into my eyes and asked, “How can you still be hard?” “It’s you,” I said. “You drive me insane. I want you constantly. That sweet pussy was made for me.” If you had been a cat you would have purred at that moment. You put your head down and began to move with more force. Once again I heard the noises of pleasure. I leaned. Coach usually had her play wingback driving up and down the flanks.We got into position, Coach yelling his last-minute directions. The crowd was small, but I was glad to see my mom was watching in the stands. I gave her a wave before the ref blew their whistle. The action was pretty sloppy. You could tell both teams were still working off early-season rust. For the most part, I wasn't worked too hard. A few times I had to make an interception or tackle, but those were pretty straightforward.. She was breathing heavily, through her nose, hmmphing softly behind the gag.I took some time to look her over. I guess she'd come straight from what ever she'd been doing - she looked like she was dressed for work. She was wearing a fairly plain grey dress with a pattern of small flowers on it. Some sort of silky material. I'm no expert. Dark grey tights. Grey suede shoes. Low heels, nothing flash. She was obviously enjoying me looking her over from behind the mask, she grunted and wriggled. Since the arrival of the spiders, TJ had declined to analyse their capacities just accepting their being and under-utilising their capabilities to the arachnids' annoyance — chagrin was too sophisticated an emotion for them. But TJ was not, not, going to let them into his brain.Did Sema, or rather the shadowy organisation which ran the planet and controlled the "produce", regard the missing engineered genomes as helpful to their interests? From his perspective and the history of the progeny.