Morg had found several other smaller person sized hidden exits in his searches leading out into the parkland in front of the building but the distance... weren't great. He went rabbiting on about needing powerful detection equipment to find these passages and how difficult it was to move such power sources and remain covert.Ivy's grey matter gave a lurch,"TJ, what's the range of FTL? How far can you punch the signal out? We are using the power from a couple of over powered racing yachts and were. Poetry is more my style."Hanna smiled."There is much in you that is Do," she said, "I can tell."Just when you think nothing new will ever happen, something like this comes along!I began to train with Hanna and the other Do Initiates. My age and other notable features raised more than one eyebrow, but everyone held their tongues. At least when they thought Master Hanna was watching. She always was.Weapons research was a great joy. I learned more from Hanna in the weeks of my training than I had. She moved her hips in rhythm with me as we were coming close to me shooting my first load in her tight little pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly, “God I’m cumming!!” She said something in Japanese before she let out a squeal as I jerked my hips forward and I shot a big load of cum inside her. It felt like I was cumming forever as I could feel her pussy walls trying to squeeze every last drop of cum out of my cock. I finally felt the last drop come out as I fell backwards on the couch, my. Mom ran her fingers through my hair and said, ‘you remind me of my dad. He too was mad after my milk pots.’‘O ma, what do you mean? May be a slip of tongue. I think it was my dad; not yours.’‘Not a slip of tongue, but I’ve to admit he was also your dad, your grand dad,’ she flashed me a nasty smile.‘Ma?’Smiling, my mother opened another part of her/my story.“It happened first when I was 20 years old. Delivered my first baby, I had to stay a bit long at my parent’s home. My in-laws were.