"Shouldn't you be on the bridge, Preliator?" I would be if I could figure out how to navigate through this damned ship." He answered dryly.Auctorita l...oked as if she was barely managing to stifle a laugh. "Haven't you figured it out yet? The Quevian cruisers don't even come close to working on the same rules that human designs do. The majority of this ship is made of Omesia, the energy that forms the Quevian life force. This means that in most areas of the ship, and on the hull, the energy can. ''Nothing less I had expected,' he went on. 'I need to fuck you right now. What's your price?''A magic word,' I said in the vague hope to puzzle him. His dick was amazingly strong erected, almost unnaturally, alike a strap-on my cousin love to play with.'Please,' he answered instantly.I knelt down and blew him, made a few strokes, massaged his balls when I felt spasms in his dick, pulled it out of my mouth, and made him spray his hot loads on my tits. I got up and said, 'you got hot memorabilia. "Maybe later," I said in my best Bela Lugosi voice.She stepped away, as my Elvira came up and kissed me. "I saw her, does she make you want to fuck her?" Oh yeah, I don't care that she's older than mom, those lips and those tits are awesome." As awesome as mine?" she asked giving me a bigger kiss than before."N-No, not even, but to be honest ... really honest, I would love to fuck her really hard," I admitted.We weren't serving this year. Dad popped for a few professional food servers who were. Oh no…up until two years ago, Karen was rather frigid in bed. She mostly restricted are sexual acts to the missionary position with the lights out. I’d die to see her body, and she knows it. But instead of using it to get me to do things, she hides it away. I guess I’m kind of lucky at that. She could easily have been one of those women that winds her men around her little finger. And I would have been one of those windings…so I guess I should count myself lucky. However, two years ago we went.