” I shook my head in disbelief. Charlie was on a stop-over in the UK before his flight back to the States and, since I’d happened to be in London ...or the weekend I’d suggested we meet for a coffee. Not something I’d normally do with someone I met online, but we were just meeting as friends, so it didn’t feel like a big deal. Okay, so he’d told me his wife had some fairly strict attitudes towards sex, but I’d always had a hard time believing he wasn’t exaggerating. I knew better than to push. They put him to work on a project of Virginia's to build passive nest carriers. I say passive because she just improved on the present Fleet Replenishment Ships. Instead of having general cargo vessels the idea was to leave the hull plates off, have a skeleton on which everything hung and a framework to attach two fleet loads of nests, which could be just released. The idea was then for Capital Ships with necessary 'puter power to take them under control. Did away with time consuming transfer. Looking down at her, I didn't see the scared look I thought I would see. A look of anticipation crossed with ecstasy filled her face. She looked me right in the eyes and said, "Make me your bitch," before pushing her ass forward onto my cock. I pushed slowly into her ass, sliding my dick in and out in small movements. Her butt opened up and I slid forward and inch or two all at once. Her eyes went wide and she gasped for air. I told her to play with her clit and she started rubbing her pussy. He liked the way it glistened in the sunlight, covered in slick lotion. We watched it twitch in time with his heart. He imagined it straining for a moist, musky, hairy pussy. Gripping his cock firmly at the base, he slowly and sensuously stroked up the entire length of the shaft with his left hand. He would stroke all the way up and down once or twice and then isolate his strokes at the rim of his circumcised head and then begin again. With his right he began to knead his balls. As his left.