I reach down and begin to stroke my 7 inches slowly as I watch my son take this rough fuck. My eyes are glued to their bodies, how they move together.... It's then I realize, I'm not turned on because my son is getting fucked, I'm turned on wishing I was getting fucked in place of my son. Harper was in so much pleasure, his entire body was trembling from the fucking he was receiving. His head turned toward me. He had his eyes closed tight as his teeth bit into the pillow. He was smiling, he was. She may have come to her senses, but her body was still begging for my children. The man, who was built like a retired boxer, glared down at me with a look of sheer disgust and contempt. I didn't exactly blame him, considering what little he'd seen to form a judgement. My body was still doing what came naturally, and my penis was still oozing sperm onto my pubic region. He brought up his foot to stomp me, but then slowly lowered it again with a bewildered expression. I raised my head. "Looks like some of the food is gone, but just samples of the various things it looks like," Pete offered."Some of the technical manuals are gone from the library, but only the duped hard copies. The portable vid player is missing too, along with the entire collection of vids, including all the news feeds from Asgard that we picked up at Tenerif Station."All the vids?" Yeah, all. The bachelor's entertainment selection too." Well, there goes our chance for leaving a good first impression," Pete. She holds me tighter than she has ever held onto me before. She came very hard on my cock. I left my cock in her for several minutes as we lay on the bed together. We now for the next hour lay in bed and just kissed and caress each others bodies. My wife now wanted more and she begins to stroke my cock. She then moves down under the covers and I feel her warm mouth begin to bring me back to life. It feels so good but now I came up with another ideal. I ask her if she wanted to do something.