? I led her over to a saddle stand that was covered in an oldhorse blanket, folded over a few times. I just pointed and she knew what todo. She draped... herself over it, legs apart, and gripped the legs on the farside. Her red ass was up invitingly and her vulva was open and dripping. Iwasted no time in plunging into her pussy, all at once. She gasped and wincedwhen her sore mons hit the rough blanket, then settled in to let me have myway with her. It didn't take long, since I had had lots of. The design, seen from the outside, was ... cool. The body was shaped like a huge football, at long as a football field if not longer. Its lower half looked to be made of polished wood, glistening in the rain. The upper clear dome almost seemed to be made of waterfalls, as the rain fell against it and ran down the sides. Forty foot diameter spheres attached to either end, the bridge and the engines, the latter having smaller spheres attached to it of unknown function. The ship lay in a metal. Remembering the baby, she added two slices of toast and sat down to finish it. Everything tasted dry and rubbery in her mouth, but she did not care. When she finished breakfast, a maid informed her that someone was waiting for her in the drawing room. She nodded and went to the drawing room. The man sitting there was tall and bald, with cold grey eyes and a heavy build. ‘May I help you?’ she asked politely, seating herself opposite him. ‘Are you Mrs. Cassandra Quentin?’ Kirk asked, looking at. Since I love long hair on a woman, I threw that in for good measure.The first photo I came to, I nearly stumbled and fell on my face. I stopped to stare until my eyes nearly popped out of my head. OH DAMN ... IT WORKS! Even the photos of the younger girls in the latter pictures, are now much younger – and a hell of a lot slimmer!The thought hit me, ‘OH HELL ... How am I going to explain this when I see the lady in the living room?’I decided to act innocent, as if I didn’t even know about the.