'Twas Gene Malle'."They were shocked into silence for a moment. Meiersdottir gathered herself together first."Gene Mallet?" she asked. "The executive ...irector of SES? That Gene Mallet?"MacPherson nodded. "Aye. Can ye noo un'erstan' why i' was sae easy forr me t'believe wha' I was tol'?" Angus, that doesn't make sense," she protested. "Once we got them on board SES was with us all the way. I mean, they built this ship for us. Why would they do that if—" Wait a minute, Grandmother," Igwanda cut. He didn't know what Susie was capable of.Tom settled onto his back, and helped Susie flip around so her head was near his cock and her hot sexy pussy with his cum leaking from the cunt lips was over his face. He reached up and began caressing her hot rounded asscheeks and also began playing with her wet pussy with his fingers. As Susie tried to get accustomed to this new position for having sex and for blowing Tom's cock, she gradually grew used to it and took the thick hardening shaft of his. Bev came out of the house in a bikini top and short skirt—she looked hotter than I had ever seen her. Watching her approach, I began to feel a slow warmth spreading in my crotch. My shorts seemed tighter than usual until at last the head of my cock forced its way out of my shorts . I had to arrange my tee shirt so that my cock stayed covered, and the strain was maddening. Bev took me by the hand and thanked me for helping her mum, who had recently lost her husband, and said, "Shall we go for. All kinds of women too, even negresses. Some of those love letters he wrote? They’d make for good print. Has his handwriting, signature, watermark an’ all.’ ‘You’re lying!’ Betty said, stomping her foot. ‘I’ve been called a lot of things, but a liar hasn’t ever been one that stuck, Betty. Something else you might want to know. Your mother silently aborted what would’ve been your younger sister.’ ‘Shut up!’ Betty screamed, her face twitching unbecomingly. ‘I don’t believe you! Leave me alone if.