Please don’t answer it now; just promise to think about it.”“Okay,” she said with a curiosity in her voice.So I asked, “If you could go back...to Earth with me after the mission was done; would you?”She took her head from my chest and looked me in the eyes. “How could I do that?”“It’s just a theory is all.”“Your last theory got Samantha Caretaker pregnant.”“Well it was actually more than the theory that got her pregnant.”“You are so bad.” And she kissed me.We went through two more restoratives. .Mai-thk hai (shyad chachi ne mera khada lund jo pent k andar tha dekh liya)mai bahar chla jata huMai-thora der bad chachi chillate hai aman jara andar ana …Mai andar jata hu to chachi niche towel lapet k rahte hai aur upar wo unhook bra bus…To mai chachi ko bolta hu kya hua to bolte hai jara madat kr do hook lagane mai…Mai age bdta hu aur hook lagane ki kosis krta hu par nhe lga pata to mai bolta hu koi aur bra nhe hai to wo bolte hai waha almari se nikal k laoMai puchta hu kon sa to wo bolte. The teasing,selfish part of me will want to start at the head.The tip of a cock has such amzing skin.There is nothing more luscious thans holding a cock and guiding it across my lips.There are an astounding number of nerve endings in the lips and I’ll happily play that head across them until each and everyone has been heard from.Sometimes I’ll rise up so my nipples can brush over it but I digress.This is often when I open my mouth just enough to hold that soft head while I loosen my grip and. "Doesn't that bother you?" I shrug. "She said she wants to keep it and tell her boyfriend its his so he'll finally propose. Cool with me." She laughs. "You're so bad!" "Don't you have a boyfriend?" I ask. "Yup. I do." She said it seriously. I look her over again, obviously. There was no sense in hiding anything from her. She watched me fuck her friend in this very same room. The chemistry was palpable then and it wasn't going to go away now. She was so nervous her lips tried to put the words.