..I could feel her relax...soft moans filled the air...as I massaged her neck...Betty would you like a massage...Oh you would do that?...If you want, ...e are family...that would be nice, where?...I will meet you in the guest room in 10 minutes, I went to get the massage oil and a towel. Knocking on the door to the guest room, Come in...I opened the door and found Betty naked...laying across the bed...I moved to her side and dripped massage oil into my palm...slowly I began rubbing her. Amazingly, Cynthia kept up with him--clenching her pussy with every driving thrust, and literally milking his cock. That just made him fuck her harder, though, driving her up onto the trunk of her cruiser with her knees on the fender. Fucking her deep and hard, he soon felt the cruiser bouncing on its shocks and reached up to cup her breasts; she moaned, still milking his fucking penis with her muscles, and Jim's mind reeled-- this was hardly the same ice queen who'd pulled him over!"God,. We are going to need that, in the future." That's a very good point," Martin said. "We ought to devise ways of recording parentage, and retaining family trees for everyone in the community."Having someone agree with him -- about anything -- seemed to soften Max Coward a little. "I'm willing to wait, and see what we come up with, in the way of laws, or a constitution, or whatever it's going to be," Max said. "Then we could talk about it some more, and maybe vote on something."Avril Scott spoke. Just as he sailed over the back of the sofa Judy let out an excited yelp and darted away. His sweeping arms closed on empty air, his fingers just brushing her back. He charged after her as she went around the sofa, then twisted back to circle one of the easy chairs. She dashed into the kitchen and the swinging door banged his shoulder. He got it open just in time to see her slip out the opposite one and into the dining room. He charged through the kitchen and stumbled over a dining room chair.