You are not going to a potential orgy. Perhaps after you are 18 but NOT before.”Robert worked for Island Catering. For his private gig, he reserved ...(and had to pay for the use of) their kitchen, truck and serving trays etc. I met him and Roberta at Island Catering at noon. They had been busy buying ingredients and had started slow cooking the prime rib main course.I was told to come dressed in clean work clothes. My first job: peeling potatoes. Boring. At least the meat smelled good. Peel. At last, it was my turn to culminate the magical night. I lifted both of Jessie's ankles onto my shoulders and then shoved my cock into her twat before leaning over and grabbing her boobs. Jessie got very vocal, yelling all kinds of expletives as I started to slam into her."Oh yes, fuck your bitch!" she said, obviously very turned on still despite the intense treatment she had undergone over the past couple hours. "Fuck the shit out of me - come on!" I rocked her as hard as I ever had while she. She could taste the aftertaste of her own juices upon his lips.She could feel his inexperience yet even this gave her pleasure. She would be his first one to make out with. And she did not doubt that she would be his first one in many things.She broke away after a minute or two. She couldn’t just give in, she had to keep fighting. “Good morning Jon,” she smiled at him, her voice hoarse.“Good morning Mom, last night was awesome.”She just smiled at him, neither confirming nor denying what he was. Unfortunately, the high life didn't live long with me, as soon enough we started facing more resistance.Let me explain. I live on a small colonization planet. I had grown up with my mother and sister, simply working. We had been chosen by a group who wanted volunteers to start working on the world. Naturally, it had some benefits to it, and since Earth had long since begun to dry up from any sort of use, or any sort of benefits for humans, we jumped at the chance.They gave us many different.