.. likes to cook. Wants to learn how ... you know ... what it's like in a proper kitchen. I was wondering if ... maybe you could show him what it take.... I don't mean teaching him. Just let him see what your day is like. If it's something he really wants to do, then I'll put up the money to send him to school to learn how."John nodded. "OK ... I can do that. What's his mother think?" I don't know. She and I are divorced. David, our son, has been a bit of a handful for her. I'm trying to help,. Miss Laura stood up from her devastated friend and turned to me. I must have looked ridiculous with that foot-long dildo attached to my face, because she let out a little laugh, bent over me, and slathered my forehead with pussy-juiced lips. Yvonne, a sweaty, drained sexpot too exhausted to move, could only watch through heavy-lidded eyes.Laura unbuckled the face dildo and lifted it off me. As fun as it was, I was glad it was gone. She held the wet toy in her hands to let me see it. Then she. That certainly doesn't, it just looks brutal."McCock brought them up to scratch. They looked at the scrolling display as the specifications of the original design flashed and then changed to suit the changed shape."There's a light freighter power plant available which can be tweaked that might fit," suggested Polack as he reached across McCock to make an entry. The drawings and details of the plant flashed up, "see if it fits."McCock went back to the original screen and dragged the news. There was another problem, too. She was pregnant and confident that the baby was her own father’s. At long last, she had defeated her biological clock and proven fertile after all. Who would want a single mom who was infamous and hated by so many people, particularly one who had fucked her old man? On the other hand, if she kept banging older, richer men, she could get rich enough that she could take care of herself, if she wanted to, that was. She could fuck them into an early grave, but only.