“Erm, no not yet anyway”“Are you sure you are ok, you sound like you are about to cum Ben, I know the sounds you make”“No, no, I’m fine”...��Are you sure, because I can hear heavy breathing, coming from you and from someone else”“Erm”“Is Jen, close by, I’ll ask her”. Jen let out a little squeak. “is that her”“Oh, erm” I didn’t know what to say, Jen didn’t look like she was able to speak and the longer I stayed on the phone the more difficult it was getting. “I should be going soon, my flight” I. His cock ached to feel the walls of her cunt over it. He slid his body over her, enjoying the feel of her skin on his. As he came up over Becky, locking her between the mattress and his body, he placed his shaft on the opening, rubbing the pussy a little hard.“Oh yes! Jack you are all mine! Fuck me.. Fuck me now and hard….. Make me your whore,” moaned Becky.He gave Becky a passionate kiss. His kiss grew deeper as he began to insert deep into her cunt. Her pussy seemed well lubricated with all. ”“That’ll work,” Inkie told her. “I usually call on the planetary governor anyway.”“Are you familiar with the Cap d’Agde?” Rebecca asked, a hint of a smile in her voice.“Well, yes. I’ve been there,” Inkie said, then asked, “Why?”“Except in military areas, Atlantis dresses the same as you would there.”“I can do nude; I can do naked: and I can even do nekkid.” Inkie told her. “Thanks for the heads up. Sounds like fun. Wanna come if I can swing it?” Inkie had ulterior motives. She liked what she. She felt like her head would split in two and spill her brains all over the bluestone deck. She had been out here at poolside all day long, working her tan to the point of physical abuse, and had been cursing all the while. There had been a point behind this episode of self-desecration, which she now had to struggle to recall. Oh, yes. Self-desecration. That had been the point, or more precisely, the prelude. Andy had taken it upon himself to invite them to another one of Hank Beckworth’s.