She asked again if I was ready to shave and although I was weakening, I shook my head knowing I had to remain strong if I ever was to keep my manhood.... That smile remained, nestled among the freckles on her face and her pale blue eyes glimmered. I should have understood she was merely toying with me as a cat might do with a mouse and as was the mouse I was way our of my league.Her movement brought my concentration back to between her thighs where her clit now fully uncovered from its tiny hood. I thought that was the night I make my move. I went to her room and said ” amma can I sleep next to you, the fan in my room isn’t working”She nodded.I was sleeping next to her. Soon I started spooning her. Her body and mine lying parallel. I placed my hand on her shoulder, she didn’t move. I slowly moved it down to her belly. She didn’t respond.i started to give her a pull. She turned around. We looked eachother in the eye. Then I locked my lips with her. She came along. We were making out for. They were colonists looking to start a new life in the empty, and barren, land of the West. The passengers were far from destitute, however, as they had to come up with sufficient credits to finance themselves - and voyages on the Normandie didn't come cheap. These colonists were Euro gentry, scions of well to do families, and rich businessmen bored with their own overpopulated, cluttered and artificial world.Armin de la Perriere had made many trips to the West and had viewed for himself the. ”After a few minutes, he is kissing me and pumping his cock into me. My legs wrap around him as I meet his every thrust. His mouth close to my eye, “That’s it bitch... fuck me back...” his lips on my neck, my moans fill the air.Then he rolls me onto my side and holding up one legs straddles the other. This way his cock is further in my boi pussy. I can only moan with every thrust.“You like that bitch... being fucked by a real man...”“Yes... oh yes...”“Tell me you’re my bitch...”“Yes... I’m your.