" Pete's somewhat muffled answer came from his usual place, half inside the copter's innards. In the last week and a half the palisade around the base... had been extended to include the edge of the swamp, and the need for armed guards to protect the area was much less."Aw, cut it out about the chickens. Anyhow, there's more money right now in raising chinchillers for export to other worlds. No, the news is that a bunch of big wheels is coming for the grand tour. They'll want to see everything. Since the only class we shared was music, I assumed that she was as good at her other courses as she was at playing her instrument. Sharon was first clarinet. That cloistered little suburb of our high school that was the concert band had its own marks of favour - playing the tuning note at the beginning of the class was one of those marks, and Sharon was regularly accorded the honour. Little by little my infatuation grew.It was 1978. I'll never forget the shirts she used to wear, the stripes. "I've been around but was thinking about leaving like you obviously are. It's a bit dull here."Emma was a nice girl, a little on the plump side but with good size boobs and short curly hair. I knew her from a youth club I used to go to a few years back and she was part of the old gang, most of whom had long since moved on.Before I'd put my jacket on, she had her arms around my neck and was pulling me towards her. I had no chance to speak as our lips met and her tongue was probing my mouth,. By now, Jim’s cock was as deep as he could reach while still wearing his pants. So, he pulled out and tossed his clothes onto the floor like a madman before shoving his thick rod back into my open mouth.“Suck, dammit… suck my fucking cock.” He held my head and plunged deep into my throat, causing me to gag. I thought I was going to throw up and tried to pull back. But the more I tried, the harder and faster he worked his cock.Mark had driven his length into my pussy with such force I thought.