I’m so glad you liked it.She went inside and saw Emmy, naked on her bed, legs spread and oozing cum Aged Lady from her pussy.Her hand squeezed me. This naughty professor made me feel amazing.Away from the rest of the world it was easy to slip into new behaviors.No, just double-entendre.Ok, let’s get started.Balancing on the Experienced Women two remaining tentacles coiled beneath its body, the beast slowly withdrew its cock.Too close.Well what seems to be the problem.To jerking and crying.It is a nice one, you know.So, he from current available funds rented a meeting hall on the outskirts of town and began on Tuesday to gather the needed supplies for the mature bash.We watched Mrs. Olsen walk carefully down the hall and both giggled.Mary looked at me, I wasn’t sure what to expect tonight. But that raised other questions about how she was able to do that. To leave the Sixty-ninth century with a time machine and bring it to the Forty-first where time travel hadn't even been invented yet. Wouldn't whatever authorities in her original future not allow that? But the question didn't need to be asked for Kira answered it before I could say anything. I stole it, she whispered as she continued to stare down at the plaque.***Tupolov Spaceport was everything and yet nothing like I could ever have imagined.� Situated a couple of kilometers outside of the main city Vestrava on the Northern most continent of four, the bustling upturned blue silver hubcap with its terminal extensions vibrated to the sound of traffic and crowds as ships and transports of every type and race arrived and departed constantly.� Kira and I had returned from our brief trip to the interior and after the shuttle had docked we Experienced Women had made our way through the throng of people as she gave me a tour of the building. A couple of hours or so later we found ourselves on one of the observation decks looking out across the Western side of the terminal.Another ship was approaching one of the bays and I watched fascinated as it slowly turned a graceful 180 with its orange and blue hull glistening brightly in the fading sunlight. It's long shark-like shape bristling with short spikes which I later learned were proximity sensors for hauling cargo from one planet to Aged Lady the next. Space truckers were really a thing as a smaller boxy snub-nosed vessel rose up to meet it and guide it into the mature relevant docking bay. In the distance, I could already see more transports waiting their turn to dock with their landing lights winking in the gathering gloom. Just another day on the job, I said turning to my partner as she sat beside me enjoying my reactions to everything that I was seeing. How many? I asked her, How many are there out there? Kira took another sip of juice from her container.