Matron Serra's face was down, her hair brown streaked with grey, fell around her face in a wave, obscuring whatever reactions her face might have held.  Her tongue played across the swollen head of Doxi's futacock.  "Oh, well you'll have to forgive me then for worrying.  It's a hard habit to break."  But then her talking spoke as she took the head of the cock into her mouth.  Her lips wrapping around the sensitive spot behind the crown and her tongue running light circles along the slit.<br/><br/>Her hands were likewise busy.  Squeezing firmly at the base with her right hand, she let her left hand fall away and trace her fingernails along the stiff length.  The fingernails dragged along the skin, and Doxi couldn't resist a shudder as the woman slowly touched and teased.  Then her left hand went lower, cupping and caressing the captain's balls as she slowly began to move her head up and down very slightly, taking only a fraction of an inch into her mouth at a time more and more.<br/><br/>She rolled the testicles in her hand and then her fingertips brushed against Doxi's pussy lips, below the balls.<br/><br/>Surprised she fell back and pushed her hair away from her face, looking at the captain.  "Oh!"  She cried, and then lifting the balls spied the moist pussy lips there.  "I understand now.  Futa, both.  Forgive me I thought that maybe you were... well..." she blushed embarrassed, "I guess I understand now."<br/><br/>Then with her right hand still squeezing the base of your cock, she pressed forwards again, and this time with the captain's balls on her face, began licking at your tender pussy as her right hand began stroking up and down on the firm dick.