“Let’s use his roll-top desk,” I suggested.“Great idea!” she said, bouncing up from the couch, oblivious to the wet area remaining on his pi...ate costume. She sat up on the edge of his desk, her back to the rolled up top with her arms spread out to grasp the sides. I arranged her so I could slide right back inside, and after several strokes with enough force to rock the desk a bit, I slipped back out of her.Now that she was onto my game, she exclaimed, “To the dining room table!” She laid back. At one point an older couple got on the train and sat across from us. “Hot girl you have there!” the man commented. “She sure is, thank you,” Daddy responded politely, reaching under my shirt to pinch my titty tip. I gasped at the slight pain and moved my hips to the faster rhythm Daddy wanted. “She your daughter?” he asked. “Yes sir, definitely a daddy’s girl,” Daddy chuckled as I moaned in response to a particularly deep thrust against my cervix. “How old is she? Looks to be about 17, 18? I. Which means you've got dinner."Rich laughed. "I'll take dinner ..." He stiffened, suddenly alert. "Huh?"Ben spun. "What?" He knew his partner well - just like every member of the Goddard's crew knew everyone else. The success of the mission, and their very lives, depended on it.Rich was busily manipulating the sample, then he leaned back, shaking his head. "I don't know. I ... thought I saw something." Don't get weird on me," Ben warned sharply, his voice stern, almost angry. "Don't. Mom left us when they were seven weeks old. So, bottle fed babies. With nine of the little buggers, it's a chore. At nine weeks they weren't ready to be weened ... are we ever?At least, Pyewacket was around long enough to get them past the icky part. The icky part is where she used the roughness and pressure of her tongue to induce bowel and urinary movement.Don't even think about me doing that. They graduated to the litter box just before Pye in the Sky; if there's a cat heaven.She hasn't come.