." I said, 'Look who followed me in here.' She looked and said, 'I need a good active male about now.' She put the vibrator aside and reached for the ...cola. She laughed and patted Khan's head. 'You want to fuck your mommy, darling?'" He loves Marsha. He started licking her leg. He smelled her vulva--I could see his nose twitching and flaring." She let her thighs fall open further. She petted him. She sipped from the cola and smiled at me and winked. We watched to see what he would do."Khan. After a few more strokes I could feel the head of his cock swelling inside me. My husband was building up to a climax and wouldn’t have long to wait. “Don’t stop, Mister Tinycock,” I hissed harshly. “Oh, Penny I’m... I’m...” “Don’t talk; fuck me!” I growled coarsely. “Fuck me harder! Try to make me cum! Make me cum like HE makes me cum! If you can!” The words were those I knew Pete loved; the kind of words that would bring my husband quickly to orgasm – the only kind of words he wanted to hear. The main shaft was sunk in no time and they hit the rare earths. The small refinery they had was working overtime. When they finished what ever they did, the stuff was loaded into large shipping containers. I couldn't believe the value of that stuff. According to one of the geologists after being refined the rare earth assayed out at a Million credits a ton and those containers held ten tons each. There were eighty or ninety of the containers just stacked up under a huge tent. Talk about a. In those days women rarely drove cars and walked most places. I would go into the woods around dusk, not dark, as I wanted to be seen. One woman in particular called Pat was my target. She was a 30 something good looking quiet type woman not known to my family which was a plus. It was well known around the area that her husband rarely took her anywhere as he was always out drinking so she would go the nightly bingo game using the park footpath to get there. For weeks I went to those woods and.