"All systems green," Antigua called out as the old people finished powering down the magnets. 'Whew, no problem with the magnets this time. I was so scared that they would blow again. How can I write a grad thesis on the data from this thing in a few years if it keeps breaking?' she thought. The dangerous part over, she untensed, adjusting her pantsuit, which had bunched up a bit during the test. 'Man, now that the test is over, this is just boring. just a bunch of lights blinking on and off. Just remember the recommendation. Working on a collider like this will make me a shoe-in for that fellowship next year. It's almost worth listening to that French asshole and his oh-so-polite insinuations that I'm sleeping with Dr. Koepenbager.'
Some noise from the magnetics station caught her attention for a second, but after taking a look, she saw that there was no problem. 'He accuses me of sleeping with the professor? At least I'm not Shtuping my 3rd wife on the floor as soon as my work is done. PS: ewww.'
Legard meanwhile was busy feeling up his 5th wife, Mike, on the magnetics station's bench seat. Now that work was done, he had the chance to feel up his hot, 22 year old wife, pulling down her frumpy, lace cotton, shear blouse, and then diving into her boobies. She had her hands inside his tight pants and was fondling his 23 year old, 6 inch dick, which quickly grew to its full 8 inches.
Mike moaned appreciatively as Jules worked her boobies like a pro, moaning passionately and loudly in her sexy soprano. Her man had her blouse open, and the boob mauling he was giving her made her glad she never wore a bra. She fidgeted lightly, soaking her panties, as Jules pulled one hand off of her boobs and unzipped her skirt, which fortunately zipped all the way down, so she didn't have to stop rubbing her bare, moist cunt across the chair. Jules took over that duty from the bench, sticky 2 fingers up her cunt. Mike drew a sharp breath at the intrusion, scooting forward onto his hands while squeezing his 9incher harder as she jacked him, drawing a pleased grunt. Mike couldn't help thinking about her sisters for a second.
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At Jules Legard's shateu in Paris, his wife, Claudette, wheeled herself around in the kitchen, preparing her dinner. The maid, Cathy, was upstairs cleaning, and despite her disability, Mrs. Legard had no intention of calling her down just to make a sandwich. She hoisted her 72 year old body up, grabbing the bread from the counter, and then wheeled over to the table. As she made her sandwich, she thought back on her 63 years and was grateful for the strength of character that 12 years in a wheelchair had given her, despite the inconveniences. She could still remember that day when she was 33 and the car accident had robbed her of the use of her legs. Cathy meandered her tight body into the kitchen, wearing only a loose slip to conceal her tight b-cups, her red hair framing her 19 year old face.
"Would you like a sandwich too," asked Claudette, giving her wife an appreciative once over.
"No thanks, I'm good, although later I'm going want some sugar, baby," replied Cathy, leaning down and plunging 2 fingers quickly into Claudette's bare pussy, causing her to jump. "Nothing like your sauce to tide me over while Catarine and Helen are at their graduation," she added, liking Claudette's juices off her fingers. "I still can't believe we finally managed to talk Jules into marrying those two foxes. I tell you, I wanted to hit that since the moment I laid eyes on them. Oh, that's nice," she finished, as Claudy grabbed her from behind, one hand on her cunt, the other caressing her body from behind, as she leaned against the counter. |