I can feel the heat through her thin dress as I press my finger between her pussy lips and grind back and forth. She moans slightly and moves her hips...forward, giving me easier access, and quickly unzips my fly, my freed cock springing up out of the zipper. Her fingers start to caress the swollen tip, massaging the pre-cum dribbling out of the slit into the taut skin. My fingers slides back and forth quicker over her pussy, then I lift up her dress and run my fingers over her tiny silk panties.. He was going to take me doggy style. As I assumed the position, his hand returned to my pussy, this time probing and stretching it out for what was about to happen. Then his hand left my pussy and both of them went around my waist as I felt him position himself at my entrance.I had never felt so wanting before or so full and satisfied as when he pushed himself in and filled me up. He ran his hands from my hips to my tits, and then took one hand and placed it over my mouth which I opened and. Will that do?’ ‘I can’t pay for it — ever. I can’t give you anything, nor promise you anything, and I can’t betray Simon by offering you myself…’ Monica started to cry again. ‘Damn it, Monica! I’m not asking for anything! I don’t want anything except to help a friend! I don’t want to buy you for the price of some clean washing! You’re worth far more than that, so is your pride. This…’ I waved my hand around the kitchen. ‘…is nothing. It’s clean. The washing will be clean. You will still be my. The cylindrical walls had row after row of man size capsules fixed along it. The lack of gravity meant all of the cylinders surface could be used. They were literally hundreds, in line after line with over two thirds filled with the town's folk of Love Creek. The athletic tanned frame of Monica shuddered in her half sleep, her capsule glowing blue as it fed from her. Her body was enduring the earth shattering experiences of officer Vale and the robot cock as it was replayed directly into her.