Every inward thrust made her shoot a stream of cum into the air. Some landed on her, some landed on me, some landed on the bed. She was obviously enjo...ing herself. Wordlessly, she pushed me away from her, and turned me over on my back, much like she had earlier. Also like earlier, she started to suck my dick, and, like earlier, I loved it. Like earlier, she climbed on top of me. Unlike earlier, she squatted over my dick, facing away, and put it in her ass, then sat down on it, slowly. She. Just because she had brought them the material, just because she had broken Frankiin's code, just because she was nominally a member of the planning committee, didn;t mean she hadn't been used for sex by every single person in the room, sometimes by several of them at once!'I think,' Lady Cordelia was saying, 'that we ought to look carefully at Franklin's research for this place before we send a team. They're a non-slave-owning society but these barbarians are all different, you know.' A. She opened her mouth and gasped."Oh, baby!" she wailed. "Hold me, please. Hold me!"I held her tightly until the spasm passed.Richard knelt next to the bed where I held Pauline, my wife of twelve years. His head was buried between Paulie's thighs as he licked and sucked on her soaking love nest."He's going to want to fuck me, isn't he?" she asked, a touch of concern in her voice."I wouldn't doubt it," I confirmed."Would you hate me?" she asked. "If I let him, I mean?" I think it would be. In my head I hear Mark’s voice, nervous and tense and remember yesterday’s exchange. I imagine him outside and hear myself purr slightly. “Would you like to kiss my stomach?” I giggle. “I’d like it if you kissed my stomach.”One hand rests on latticed nylon as the fingers on the other fiddle with the bottom button of the dress. Slowly I work my way up, undoing enough buttons to finally reveal my stomach. As I work, the dress comes apart. I keep my legs crossed, but on the screen I can see how.