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She was the only one who got the joke about where the liquids came from as Jos blushed.After several minutes I got up and helped Jos to stand, and we made our way to the club house. The clock on the wall showed that we had been gone for almost five hours.“Is that clock right?” I asked.“Yup.”“Jos? Five hours?”“I know. No wonder we’re hungry and shaky. Did we really just make love for that long?”“Make love?” That shook me a little.“I can’t think of anything else that would do that to me. I’ve had. Maybe more. Where are we?”“You mean this room or this station?”“Both.”“The station as far as I can tell is midway between Mars and Jupiter. That’s honestly all the information I have. As to this room, they seem to keep this room specifically for female uh… guests. I guess they want to treat us well. I don’t suppose you know where the rest of the crew of the Aspire is? I haven’t seen them since we got here a week ago.”“Wherever they took my crewmate, I guess.” Cait moved over to one of the other. He moved over to her and knelt down beside her. After seconds of admiring her female charms, he grabbed her thighs and opened them to expose more of Irene’s vagina. She didn’t resist at all and was determined to allow him whatever he wanted. Because he loved her.And despite her former struggle, she felt good knowing that he could see all of her inner secrets.Until now she had mostly kept her eyes closed. But when she opened them and saw him staring intensely at her pussy, it made her proud,. I'm shooting in you right NOW, take it, I love you, oh God! MOMMY, I LOOVVE YOUU!!!”“OH! Yes, I feel it! I can tell you're spraying inside me, I feel the throbbing, baby. I love you too! Yes, Honey, I love you, mommy loves her sweet baby boy.” With that we both collapsed, exhausted, spent and completely satiated. The last thing I remember, as we twisted and entwined to cuddle, was dad covering us with the blanket.In the morning I awoke late, I could tell by the bright sunlight, streaming.
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