"I'm keeping her." And you of all people must admit that the meals around here have taken a sea change for the better since it stepped in the kitchen...." I'm keeping her!" And I have not seen you look so ... what?"It was immensely satisfying to watch her expression, indeed almost worth the chagrin of giving in to them. "Look, I'm keeping the collarmaid, all right? And I'm going to your Ball!"My Mother recovered her equilibrium with remarkable speed. "James, I ... Thank you." Just don't expect me. “You gottafuck me first -I gotta have it!” She clambered up fromthe shower floor, almost slipped and fell as she turnedaround to offer him her ass. When she looked back overher shoulder, grasping between her legs for his cock, toguide it into her pussy, she looked just like the girl inthe Penthouse magazine. Chris put his hands on her firmyoung asscheeks as his prick eased into his sister’ssweet snatch.“Aaaah, god,” he groaned, “That’s so good… so. Bad as the interference with Earth's rescue had been, the Borgia's other sin had been worse. The Borgia were oxygen breathers, and vaguely mammalian. The Borgia female accepted sperm from a male, then produced a small, barely mobile infant, rather like the half-formed newborns of Earthly marsupials. The infant was transferred to the father or another male, where it attached to the male's breast and fed until it was large enough for independent motion.The Borgia were both 'furred' and fascinated. As I got lost into the rhythm of my dancing again, I suddenly felt a warm, broad chest behind me; then arms slowly encircled my waist and another pair of hips were grinding with mine. His scent was intoxicating. I thought to myself, gawd, if this man don’t stop it I'm gonna have to give him what’s already his right on this dance floor. Our bodies moved together with the beat of the song. I slowly turned around wanting to look him in his eyes up close. I was pleased by his fineness. The face.