It had to be 10” long and twice as thick as any cock I had actually had in me. He offers me a lick. I try to spit at him, but can’t muster any sal...iva. He is back to fingering me, using two and then three fingers and plenty of lube. My body likes it, alot. I feel waves of pleasure radiating outward just as the cold had minutes ago. My body has taken over control of my soul and I feel I have lost to the devil once again. He stops the finger fuck. I raise my head to try to see what he is up to,. "A ship? No way, too big. Only some military unit would be running something that big. We haven't got anybody running military vessels that's interested in being out here." Well that's what it is," Pete argued. "Look out the damned view screen yourself if you don't believe me." Oh crap," Ross conceded with a moan a minute later. "Pete, that's a ship, no doubt about it, but there's also no doubt about another thing. That's no human ship." Aliens? Space me," Pete spat."Already tried my friend, it. 'Your turn.' I sit on his lap, facing him. His tongue is immediately on my nipple. I grab his dick and guide it inside me. He grunts and kisses me. His right hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back. His left hand is squeezing my right breast. I try to keep the moans silent. Am I panting? His thrusts are getting harder. Less timed. Less controlled. He leans back in the chair as he rearranges his hands to guide my hips. Faster. Harder. I hear his breath catch. I'm about to come again.'Fuuuck,'. “Well, Steven – it seems that the talent went from your father directly into you. I’d love to show your work, are you sure you want to start selling it so soon?” Pat asked.“Pat, my father left my mother rather well off, but I need to stake my own place in this field. What do you think these pieces could fetch in the world of fine art?”He went from piece to piece, looking at them very closely then turned and said, “I would guess 40 to 50 each.”“Man, I thought these were better than that...”“$40.