His father's words were shocking; he would never have guessed that the dour, straight-laced man, who insisted Malcolm attend church regularly, if not ...eekly, could possibly have been involved in anything so ... weird. However, he was not enamoured of the church, which he considered boring (less so since the arrival of the new Rector and his pretty wife) and, like many sixteen-year-old lads, very horny. The picture his father painted was very attractive to him. Of course, certain aspects were. “You do know I love you right?” she said. “Yes” he told her “and I love you too. I hope you know that” which she said yes and then turned to kiss his cheek. He held her more firmly and then decided before he was going to tell her anything, if at all, he was going to kiss those big, beautiful bosoms of hers. He leaned in and kissed them and he told her that her tits had to be the most stimulating breasts he’d ever known in his life. She turned to look at him with a smile. “Really, mine?” she. Techne was looking at me with the saddest expression that plastic and chrome could have. “Venn, that was lung scarring from micro-plastic in the winds, from the old trash heaps that are still burning in Stumble’s equatorial hellzone.” She shook her head. “It was part of what was going to kill you before you hit fifty standard.”I blinked at her. “Oh.”She grinned. “Come on. Get up.”I stood and I had to admit, without the fire of life inside me, without the aches and pains in my joints, without. " "Fill my pussy" Karen said as she tightened her legs grip around his waist. "You like the feel of hot cum in you, don't you" he said. "I love it" Karen said, "Give it all to me" "Oh baby, here it comes" Frank said. "Oh it feels so good" he said as his body started to convulse and his muscle were all twitching. With a final thrust his throbbing cock was filling her hot tight pussy. By the look on Karen's face, there was no real pleasure in Frank's massive cock only lots of discomfort. His.