She’d only seen a few pages, but could recognize herself in some of the girls in the pictures. Many of them were her own age.She pictured Brett lyin... on his bed flipping through the glossy pages. His free hand would glide over his hairless chest, down his rippled abs to pause just above his groin. Would the pictures make him hard? Or would he need a little more encouragement? How would he begin? Would he pull at his heavy sac, gently kneading his overheated balls? Maybe he’d rub a fingertip. Without even asking her he had slid down her skirt, opened her over coat and taken off his pants. He didn’t even bother to remove her panties. He just sided them and entered his 7 inch meat in her. The room had started to move around her when he was pounding her. Since the standing position wasn’t very comfortable, he had put her on the stretcher and plucked that hot vagina for the twentieth time. After emptying his load, he had pulled out his semi erect prick , rolled up his pants and pulled. She wanted to check them first. The artificial gravity was still working, so they didn’t have to worry about floating away.“Why didn’t we go to the bridge, first?” Lisa wanted to know.“Because,” her mother replied, stopping at a darkened door and directing her light sphere toward it.The light sphere was another mental marvel that Tabatha and Lisa had dreamed up. It was, of course, another teleportation device, or rather, phenomenon; a wormhole that teleported light from one place to another –. Soon I felt him slide his finger into my pussy. I was so wet that he was able to quickly and easily slide in. I tried to keep a straight face in case someone did pass in front of our booth. It is very difficult to keep a straight face when you have someone fingering you pussy. Larry and Jake were carrying on a normal conversation so no one would get suspicious. They continued to rub our clits and probe their fingers into our pussies for the next five or ten minutes. Joann’s and my breathing.