And my, what a cock! Dickalicious! I want it insde me, right away! ‘Come on, Joe! Fuck me!’ He gets on top of me, he comes inside of me, oh, yes! ...I’ve missed this so much! He puts my legs over his shoulders, he’s pounding me, oh, yes! That’s it, baby! Just like that! ‘Fuck, I’m coming!’ No! No, no, no! He mustn’t come yet! I’m not done yet! Fuck, I must have messed up the spell, he’s not supposed to be THIS horny! He mustn’t go soft on me NOW! I’m so close! I put my hands around his cheeks,. Our fire play sessions were magic though. We both loved pop music from the 1960s and even though it was now 1970 it was still the sort of music people sang, danced and listened to and most could be sung along to. Occasionally we reminisced our “courting” days by Sarah wearing stockings and suspenders for me when she preferred those damned tights. Sarah would brew a lovely cup,of coffee in our percolator and we,d chat and listen to pop music and now and then read the hard to believe “reader,s. “Open up wider and use your tongue to lube my head. I’d hate to get my poorly oiled piston stuck down your tight little throat.”Visions of the literally thousands of blowjobs I have watched rushed to my mind. As my initial shock wore off, my instincts took over and I morphed into a well-trained head aficionado, using techniques I had only previously observed in the movies or in magazines. As I used both hands to wring his fat shaft, I explored every vein and crevice with my tongue. I had often. Do you want me to automate them?" No, Cal I have a better idea."There was little I could do now to make them comfortable, except make some warm spots for them. I turned slowly, and walked over the four troop transports, that they used for homes. Some of the younger ones fled my approach, thinking I would hurt or eat them. I placed my hand on the interface panel, and got access to the computer on the ship. I instructed it to begin warming the interior, and increase the relative humidity. A small.