Now he worked to get into a rhythm. He kept a hand on her waist while he reached around with the other and reached up her shirt to rub her soft belly... occasionally feeling up to grope at the lacy and rough fabric of her bra. She gasped and panted as he pumped her and every now and then made a moan or coo. Other than this and his own breathing the room was silent, and when he realized this in the back of his mind it lent an eerie quality to the experience. Whether her sounds were actually. They had one in the showroom, and it was like getting an instant erection! Back before, the idea that I could ever actually afford one of these cars was like the idea that I could ever actually become an astronaut and go to the moon. They only built them in the late Seventies through the mid-Eighties, and I always stared when I saw one. To me, they were the sexiest car around. I wanted to have a mid-life crisis so I could solve it by buying a sports car; never mind that I was nowhere near. And saw a familiar looking younger man atop Beatrice. His eyes were staring at some place a million miles away, a bored look on his face. His wife was squirming underneath, face contorted with what appeared to be either passion or rage. Suddenly she slipped out from under him and ordered, "Lie on your back. I want to suck you..." Her voice stopped suddenly as she saw her husband. Her eyes widened and she slipped off the bed and backed up toward the wall, away from her bored lover."How long. If you don’t, this whole colony is going to consist of two families - yours and Jonathan Hoag’s!”Dora assumed the posture and demeanor of an old-fashioned college professor, even donning a robe and mortarboard hat and carrying a pointer. The effect was somewhat negated by the sexy, semitransparent harem pants peeking under the too-short robe. “You would set a bad example by not extracting as many concubines as possible. More important, you’ve already shown that proper guidance and example help.