“I was two when he walked on the moon.”“I was six, so I do remember watching that when we lived in California.” I said. “It ended by the tim... you were five, so it’s no surprise that you don’t remember. Right now, we can’t even get into orbit. It’s pretty sad, really. The Russians are building Mir, their space station, in orbit, and we can’t even launch.”March 13th, 1986, Chicago, Illinois“Lyusya Alekseyevna, it’s good to see you!” I said, kissing her Russian style when she came out of the. But the prominence that was coming out of Josh’s fly in her hand was like nothing she had held in it before.The myth about size is only mythical to those who don’t understand the feeling of such girth in their hand. Beth’s thoughts were oh my God I would never have believed.As Josh’s fingers got to her skirt up just above her knees and he touched the fine weave of her silk stockings his fingers moved to where the fabric turned to flesh. With the excitement of her hand clutching his cock and. I pulled her top over her head and she took off her bra, releasing those amazing breasts. I pulled first one nipple then the other into my mouth, sucking on them and making them hard. And as they got hard, so did I. She dropped to her knees, pulled my shorts down, and took my cock into her mouth. I looked down and watched as my cock disappeared between her lips and reappear. She deep-throated me, gagging a bit, and made sure she got my balls involved as well. I took her head between my hands. In other distance being measured, social distance, life's station difference, we were separated by a chasm too formidable to bridge or ford. There was no ferry capable of transporting either of us such a far distance. I shoved off from my side, pulling steadily over to hers. Once again, she had gotten down from her mount, and tied him to that same overhanging branch. Because she was now the ferry's owner, I spurned her offered copper. Without any words between us, I pulled us out to the center.