“I want to fuck you again,” he said, voice deep and raspy. He tugged at her leg, pulling her over. She rolled to the side obediently and came to r...est on her tummy. Mark pulled the gown out of the way and leaned against her, letting his slick cock slide through her ass crack. She couldn’t help but moan. In all the years of her marriage, she’d never once been taken from behind. How was it that her son, her beloved offspring, could know what she wanted better than anyone else?She felt his hips. Now if you'll excuse me, sir, I need this channel for requesting additional information from the AI network."TEMPORARY COMMUNICATION OUTAGE read the trouble flag on my panel. That was a convenient relief! I did have questions. The respite was long enough to compose and send those messages. What I wanted from the AI was a comparison between the debris and known space craft. It was a puzzle solution program, a crude image matching algorithm I made up on the spur of the moment, something I had. The cord was rasping across my clitoris and he was inadvertently masturbating me, pulling my G-String up and saturating my area with my vaginal secretions, and there was so much I was making a squelching noise as he manipulated me, like a puppeteer pulling on a marionette. Suddenly the chord gave way, breaking contact with the front patched, the sodden soaked string easing though his fingers, soaking them with my juices, I was close to having an orgasm, and it stopped on the edge, 'Fuck' I. With Steven bent over the Headmaster’s desk with his bare bottom so vulnerably presented, Mr. Fishwick, it seemed, was in his element, totally relishing the opportunity of having another member of the Coburn family at his mercy. Two more strokes in quick succession had Steven near climbing over the desk and with barely enough time to regain his composure another stroke had him almost collapse across the desk as his entire bottom felt like it was about to burst into flames.“Two more lad,”.