It’s my fault, Terry, not yours.”He shook his head.“I’m the head pilot for you and designed all the training we put in place for the GOT pilot... and crews. I must have missed something.”I felt his pain. I had beaten myself up with the same thoughts for weeks.“How is the ‘Tycho Brahe’ mission crew doing?” I asked.The ‘Tycho Brahe’ was the name Team Luna had come up with for their OTV. Despite the political turmoil and the disruption the shoot-down had caused within the company, they had continued. This is something she is doing more often and something that I am glad of. It was a regular day with nothing strange going on. We all went to bed and thought nothing more of it.The next morning I woke to hear the two men in kitchen as they had an early start. I woke Marg and got her to admit that she wanted them to see some cleavage as having a father and son look was erotic. I lifted her nightie and had her talk about it while I ate her pussy. When she was wet I made a proposal. She should. In fact, self-relief had become a consistent theme of those days, even at work, on the morning before setting off here, she’d had to secrete herself in a washroom cubicle, in order to be able to concentrate on her tasks for the day. She was ready now for yet more sex, she knew, more than ready. Patrick remained sound asleep, however. Rachael considered masturbating, but rejected the idea. Patrick’s arm was thrown across her, limiting her movement, and somehow, it seemed inappropriate, when a. “Can I take it out?” Roger asked almost shyly. “Buddy, you can and should do absolutely anything you want to do, without hesitation or fear,” I smiled up at him. “Take me, I’m yours!” With that I switched around and lay back fully on the couch, raising my hips to allow Roger to pull my thong down and off. He stared at my now naked, rampant cock for a moment, and then looked back up to me, still seeking permission. I smiled and nodded at him. Roger lowered his mouth down to the tip of my cock..