What more could a girl want? I chuckle wryly. Lost in memories, I don’t here the rumble of a truck pulling up out the front of the house or the jing...e of keys in the lock to the front door. Suddenly large, strong hands are lifting me up from the sofa, embracing me. Arms wrapped tightly round me, never wanting to let go. Soft, hot breaths puffing into the curve of my neck, while lips whispered, ‘I love you, sweetheart.’ Music to my ears. I look up into the eyes of my treasured cowboy, my best. It had an electric chordand attached to the back of her hand. She then threw a switch and ithummed.The well-dressed man had been feeling Martha. Then he’d opened his zipper,taken out his cock and started doing it with her. “Oh, yes,” he said in asecond, but he only sounded a little affected by it. But Martha wasstarting to breathe really hard.The woman put her hand on the front of my vagina. It was a vibratingdevice on her hand, and I was immediately going crazy: I. Then he was above her. He thrust into her and filled her. His hands were on her breasts and he was driving in and out. Her arousal, only momentarily stymied, increased. She felt it flare within her. And Lionel was still driving within her release. The glory seemed to go on and on.“Love,” Lionel said, “oh love, oh love!” She was clasping around his cock. His completion was too near for him to pause. Helplessly, he stroked in and out four or five more times and then exploded. He sagged onto her. “Oh, in that case I’d better not pry!”Boyd turned to glare at Lorza and she suppressed a smirk, ducking under the human-sized door and into a short hallway lined with cabins. They followed the pilot down to the cockpit, far larger and more spacious than the one in their shuttle or that of the Zemchug, not quite as expansive as a capital ship’s bridge but this civilian freighter was jump-capable and it was a big vessel. The pilot sank into a rotating chair at the main console and punched in.