And I liked it.I walked over to the bed and sat on the satin cover. I stroked the smooth fabric and asked Mike to come feel it. He walked over and sto...od next to me and felt the satin next to my hand. He then moved his hand up my arm to my smooth silk blouse.He said... "I like the feel of the silk". He kept stroking my arm with his powerful hand.... feeling the cool of the silk on my skin. I was getting very aroused. Since he was standing and I was sitting, I had a close view of his crotch and. “Fine,” he said as he opened up his mouth. He went to reach for it, but instead, she used her claw to pluck the small fruit into his mouth.The taste was satisfying. It was sweet but partially bitter. It tasted more like a tangy sour apple rather than a real orange. He chewed on it, and then it had more of a sweet apple-like taste. It didn’t take long for him to eat it and swallow it down.“Does it taste good?” she asked.“Actually, it is pretty good. I don’t think we have anything like that back. Like this? enquired Andy, licking her again in exactly the same place. Oh my god yes! stammered his mother, now feeling too weak to stand and having to prop herself up on the side of the settee, her left leg almost wrapping around him now, one hand on her sons head, holding him against her but the other on the wall to stop her falling. Andy licked at his mothers crotch several more times savouring this exciting new taste. Yes darling, thats it. She uttered softly, thats a good boy, you keep. I respected him for it. I also thought he had been crazy.Once he knew the plane was pointed into the hills he could have got out. How could you give up a gal like Sandy? I wonder if it would have changed things if he had known about Missy.Before I met Gina my number one goal had been to try and get Sandy in bed. Like I said, I knew it was a long shot at best, so I stayed playful and unassuming about it, never arrogant or pushy. She would play along and flirt with me, but whenever we were alone.