I began to increase the tempo of my thrusts.“Now baby, I’m fucking you!” I said. “I’m fucking your ass – it’s my ass now! Squeal Jesse...! Squeal like mommy’s little fuck-pig! I know you love this!”“OH, OH! OH! AH! AH! AAAHH!” he grunted. “Yesss! Mommy I love it!”Wiggling my hips I forced my cock deeper into him. Dr****g his legs over my shoulders, I reached down and took his penis in my right hand and began stroking him. Slowing my tempo, I matched my thrusts to the stroking of his. I asked Jay and Mave if they would like to have some dinner. Mave said that she knew a good place on the other side of the mall.As we walked we continued to talk about the Warhol exhibit. It was extremely satisfying talking about art with Jay and Mave. They are both very smart and creative. In fact the conversation was so interesting that I forgot the reason that we were all there together in the first place. Unfortunately, I remembered mid-sentence, while saying something about the colors in. Levy had approved my outline and offered me a third-point additional credit for the semester if I finished a ‘reasonable’ short story. A half-point if she considered it publishable. There were a lot of nights I fell asleep late dreaming about spaceflight.My spacesuit was confining. It inhibited movement. All around me was the deep black of space as my suit continued to fill with air. The pressure on my body was intense. I could no longer hear my own breathing. The blackness closing in. I could. My legs. My cock . . . I didn't see it. I couldn't feel it. My skin had gotten smooth and silky and I had two curious mounds of flesh attached to my chest. Susan stepped back as I explored. The breasts felt nice. The nipples stiffened and gave pleasurable sensations as I touched them. My crotch. God, my cock was missing! I felt below the hair and found new folds of moist flesh. I parted them with a finger and slid the finger up inside me. What a different feeling this was! I stroked.