This was a woman fit only for a royal. Her name was Mista Dreamwood.Glancing at the time on his sat phone, Jorie noted three hours of free time before... he had to introduce himself to these trendy know-nothings with a galaxy's worth of money and power through 22,500 square kilometers of surveyed terrain.He didn't know what to do with himself. Survey reports would be mostly blank. Acquisition requests would be minimal and probably not necessary since his cargo hold was still stocked. He had no. I mean it has already been over four years and we’ve got a few more to look forward to. I’m getting pretty good at eating her pussy and rani tries to be satisfied. She’s really been good to stand by me this long when i know she needs more.”“mm. That just reinforces my opinion of how good a woman she is,” i mused.I’ve caught her crying many times late at night. She didn’t want to admit what it was about but it was her loss of sexual satisfaction. There was a long silence as i tried to digest. " They sat in the warm, swirling water. Tess could feel the action of the spa relieving her muscles. Drew heard the approaching tractor long before it had registered with Tess. "Geoff and Dave must have called it an early day today," he said to Tess as he looked over her shoulder and saw Dave drive into the machinery shed. Tess and Drew separated as they watched Dave, carrying his lunch box trudge across the yard towards them. He looked tired. He had not spied them yet as only their heads were. Then his buckle. She unzipped his fly. His cock was throbbing. She reached into his boxers and put her hands on it. He sighed. ‘God, that feels good, he thought. It’s been so long since someone else touched me there.’ She explored with her hands. Its hardness. Its head and shaft, His balls. She noticed that he was shaven, but didn’t say anything. She caressed it and stroked it, gently running her fingernails along the shaft. When she could hold back no longer, she took it in her mouth. There.