"Fuck me," he commands.You grin and nod, standing up and undoing your own pants. He turns around and leans against the wall, sticking his ass out eage...ly. There's a bottle of lube in the nightstand, but that's behind a locked door. You could try to loosen him up with your fingers, but the look he gives over his shoulder is one of immediate need.So you press into him slowly, with only enough force to move but otherwise letting his muscles relax around you. He lets out a long, low moan and pushes. Garth strained to reach the proper controls on the instrument panel that would align the inverters. He was able to move the correct knob with considerable strain and watched as the twin indicators aligned themselves. He then moved the lever reducing the magneto current. Finally, the tumbling began to subside, the noise level decreased and he regained control. However, most of the gravity was still off. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.Okay, okay, we're all right. His eyes scanned the. . just the thought of it made him clutch his hands protectively over his groin. Far, far worse had been the woman in Shadyside. Tom had been to a number of murder scenes over the years and had thought himself immune to the sight and smell of the horrors that one person could perpetrate upon another. He had been wrong. One look at that poor, broken woman had been enough to send him running out the door to empty the contents of his stomach into the carefully manicured topiary. The evidence there. ”Dean wasn’t about to argue with that, not with this small tight naked brown body leaning over him. He took one of her small but full breasts into his hand and began sucking on her dark brown nipple. Her hand was in his briefs pumping his hard dick. Her soft skin smelled of patchouli, it was warm and smooth in his hands. She pulled down his underpants and mounted him. With her small brown hand she grasped his thick white cock and guided it to her wet pussy. Dean sighed as her sensational warmth.