Heinlein Station
Marguerite Staunton had her face buried in her wife's sweet pussy while her sex slave, boy toy toiled mightily at pumping his prick into her heated pussy from behind. A tongue, most probably belonging to Marguerite's junior wife, was lapping at her clitoris. In all the mad orgy that took place at least once a week in Marguerite's bed was distracting her wonderfully from the day to day grind that a far listening post constituted. When she'd been picked up on earth six months previously, all...