Their hair style was strikingly different from any other woman I'd seen on this planet. A memory of another woman in a second-year cadet uniform spran...g to my conscious thoughts; the blonde woman had the same bobbed haircut these priestesses wore, cut straight around the head at about the jaw-level. The blonde was from my home world and was well known to my family. The cadet's blue eyes captured an intense look of want, but the image faded with no other aspect of a reference or meaning.Both. I stepped in and said that marriage was just a term used but we both had our own minds, desires and goals in life so not to get hung up on daft things this early in his life, Tony said he sort of agreed but if he was in a room alone with Anne he would not be able to keep his hands off her and that I was a very lucky guy. Well thank you Tony Anne said in a tipsy way, John and I have now been married for 15 years now and he continues to surprise me sexually. I looked at Anne and said that perhaps. I was just in time as I heard the sound of a car outside just as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I paused and waited for the knock on the door. When it finally came I walked to the door and opened it. Sherri was right when she described Marie as ‘tiny’. Even without the three-inch heels I would have towered over her. She must have been five foot at the most. What Sherri failed to have told me was quite how pretty she was. I smiled and reached out a hand in greeting.“You must be Marie,” I. She pulled all the way out and slammed her cock all the way back in all at once. I lost my breath, and she kept going hard, fucking my ass with her big black cock while my hands were cuffed behind my back and my face was shoved against the rug. It felt so good, I knew at that moment that I was hers. No matter what she asked of me, or when, I would do it for her. I couldn’t help but notice the giant wet spot on my thong where my precum had come, my man clit was rock hard and all I wanted was to.