"He heads our Security Department." Both Emma and Tiff bowed to the gentleman."You aren't Monque," replied the Commander immediately. "You aren't pass...ngers. Just, who are you? How did you get here?"The Captain started to reply but Tiff replied, "We are Órarduine. We arrived directly on the bridge a few minutes ago after receiving the Captain's permission. You have a good memory to know so quickly that we are not passengers." Knowing that you are not passengers is easy because you are nearly. I also needed to go slow, to at least be sure. I desperately wanted to enjoy it all but I still had all manner of thoughts reverberating around in my head. It was complicated. The truth was my sex life had never been much to talk about. Before my divorce, I’d been married for too long to a man who wanted nothing to do with sex, let alone "making love.” My sexual experiences really were close to zero. Yes, I’d read stories and used my vivid imagination in cyber chats, but that’s not the real. The music was beginning to die down for the next song when I felt like I was being watched. My friend Freya was looking at me to get her attention when she started to move around but kept eye contact I followed her. Little did I know she wanted me to see the person who had been watching me? It was the same man I had just been looking at when he was at the bar. I quickly drank my drink and went back to the bar to get another but this time I thought I would get 2 jagerbombs and a jack and coke.. And there's no denying what you've all come here to see. So without further delay; Jeanne would you do the honors, please?" "Certainly, Barocca. I'd love to." Jeanne gave a quick wriggle of her hips, and a slight tug with her hands on her bikini panties. In an instant, her panties slid to the floor, and Jeanne deftly kicked them to the side with her foot. Jeanne's cock was a magnificent sight to behold. Although it was completely soft, it dangled almost to the top of the girl's knees. .