“Ohh, Brian, give me my present!” “Do you want it Emma? Want your candy cane?” Before he could say another word I was down on my knees, teasin...g him through his pants, gently rubbing his growing cock. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to the floor, excited to finally see my present. “This is the best fucking present ever!” I breathed onto his head, took him in my hand, gently stroking, using my thumb to tease the head of his cock. I finally leaned forward to lick just the tip, slurping. There we remained for some time, enjoying the mutual fucking. Lou and Charles lying on the floor, Bishop Gregory still on his knees fucking a slumped Victoria whilst daddy and I continued fucking standing up to complete the tableau. Now Bishop Gregory began to thrust harder and he was yelling at Victoria “Right, you fucking little whore, you open cunted bitch, I’m going to fucking drown you now! Here it comes! Ah, fuck yes!” and grabbing her hips he pulled her hard towards him as he thrust. “Infinite does not mean perfectly suited.” Ky’ur cautioned. “You developed from pursuit predators. Your ancestors tracked the most difficult and dangerous of prey, across every climate your world contains, with greater patience than any others. No matter how inhospitable the region, you thrived and turned your ability to solve a single problem: how to get food from animals that were faster, stronger and tougher than yourselves, into a general solution-finding skillset. Within a very short span. And engineer.”“Of course he is,” Mister Lackman said. “And that’s the plane you usually fly.”“Oh, it’s not that bad. I learned in that one. I fly a Cessna 402 quite a bit.”“Closer,” he said.We pulled up close to our plane. I bounded out and clamped around Dan.“What’d you do, little one?” He asked.“All sorts of things, baby.” I looked, saw Mister Lackman approaching. “Dan, Mister Dennis Lackman. Mister Lackman, my husband Dan Richards.”I must be getting old. Mister Lackman didn’t blink at the.