Now it was my hands that opened me for him.I felt the blood stream from the tip of his penis that glided easily in a single movement that felt eternal... but that let me caress with my interior, the strong textures of the veins and the nerves that covered the strong phallus that wanted to stay In Myself.The breath was strong but slow, the exhalation in a choked moan, letting Christian in completely; his testicles now rested on the swollen lips of my vagina that kissed them like a mouth and held. Those giant wolves will – without a doubt – take exception to that, and I do not want them hurt. We are the interlopers, not them. And Morales is certainly going to object, too. It’s where he lives – his home. So ... I need to know everything about that column place you can get for me.”“Well, Sir, we can always send the cameras back in – have them do a truly extensive survey of that room, record everything and have the information reviewed by a science team...”“ ... And have them clamoring to. ”“Hey,” replied Julio, “she’s old. Had kids, too, so she’s probably all stretched out.”Teresa let out an exacerbated sigh. “You guys, you can only think about what you’re sticking your meat in next. Look at her, she’s in her mid-thirties at most and she still has a body I wish I could have.”“Hi, gang,” I interrupted. I gestured with my head to the counter. “Talking about the soccer mom?”“Yeah, man,” said Julio. “Teresa seems to have a thing about her.”“Julio, you’re as bad as my husband.”I. ”She hooked my sister's arm and the pair strode out. “Later, squirt,” called my sister.I almost threw her glass to the floor. I hated when she called me squirt. “I'm not a fucking little boy, bitch.”She laughed. The front door closed.I put her glass into the dishwasher. It was full, so I added soap and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood runners. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the house for Mom when I was ten or so. “Let the women.