They whispered for a while, I could tell Violet was worried, by the tone of her voice. Ruben seemed rather calm about what they were discussing. Ilane...was not saying anything about whatever they were discussing. When the whispering ended, I heard footsteps approaching the room. Ruben entered, and came up to me, inspecting my shoulder with a focused look on his face. It was a look I would see when he was thinking of what design to carve out of the wood. I spent the next few moments moving. "Baby I'm your dirty slut right now," I replied back through some panting."Fuck, I wantto fuck this sexy booty so bad, but I don't have any condoms here..." So? Fuck me with that big hard cock raw, cum inside me daddy," I looked over my shoulder and pop my ass up in the air for him."Oh god you're hot," he said, grabbing my hips, and sliding his big wet cock between my ass cheeks, grabbing those cheeks and folding them over his cock before it slid inside me so deep all at once.He didn't start. Lunar grown delicacies. The development of bioreactor grown milk had saved French cuisine from the global onslaught of environmentally aware veganism across the planet. Vegan, animal free, but otherwise identical to farm fresh hand churned butter.La Lune Au Nord was extra special. Their particular strain of butter was a sport, tangy with a hint of spice. We both oohed and ahhed over the meal. Afterwards we went for a walk in the Earth grav section of the city along the promenade deck, arm in. “During report card night once yourmother said her maiden name was Hannah. Is your auntDaryl Hannah?” I nodded. “The actress?” I felt confused and it must have shown on face.“Hollywood’s ‘Blonde Goddess’? What? Were you livingin a cave?” Mrs. Hermaine teased. “Your aunt had beenmaking movies since the late 70s. She’s a bit of anicon.” I must admit, I mean of a fan of action movies and I’monly 15 so how many movies.