Or...” A name floated to my mind. “Mars?”“Three,” Lucas said. “Four, if ya count Luna, and the Loonies sure want us too.”I nodded. “Ma...rs. Earth. Luna. Venus.”“Dusties, Shorties, Loonies and Gas Bags,” Lucas said, dryly.I snorted, quietly. “So, Mars doesn’t have beaches?”Lucas’ snort spoke volumes. So that memory had to be on Earth. Or a remarkably large resort on Luna – but this was all pointless. Virgil Station was the only place I should be worrying about, and the only thing I should be. His usual kindly face had been replaced by one of sheer carnal lust. So his next words really didn't come as any surprise:'Take off your panties, Becky.' He ordered, brusquely. I hesitated for a second or two. I hadn't intended for it to go this far. Dad repeated his instruction for me to remove my G-string even more forcefully, and at the same time had begun to remove his shirt. It must have been the excitement of this forbidden, secret, and utterly naughty moment that made me reply as I. I quickly lay down and she climbed on me.She adjusted my erect cock against her love hole and let it in. She started to jump over me. Her strokes were strong and deep. She arched back placing her hand on my knees. Kept on fucking. Her shirt was sticking to her boobs and tight nipples were visible. I raised her shirt to hold her boobs.She eased forward and removed her shirt. We were on the floor, hence hidden from outside. She was jumping over my cock. I was enjoying her boobs bouncing up and. I throw on some porn of shemale sex. My left hand is my "best lover" and without hesitation zipped down my pants. As I struggle to try pull it out of my pants, I look around to make sure no one is looking.I say fuck it, and unbutton my pants and pull them down to my ankles! Finally the freedom and liberation my swollen Puerto Rican cock receives when I whip it out! Then I place my lover on my cock and immediately I feel like I'm in heaven. It was like the feeling you got when you would pass.