Kicking my clothes aside, I rushed to embrace this hot ‘n hairy god in arms. We went berserk – licking, biting, caressing, groping, fondling and h...gging each other. We lost balance and fell down in an uncontrollable heap – a hot and wet tangled mass of sweat, hair and muscle. It was funny too and we both ended up laughing. This break gave us a chance to explore each other. Arvin was definitely better built than me surpassing me easily in looks, physique, masculinity and youthful sensuality. But. .. equal to Tyche ... and she can guide development ... she’ll be five ... or six.Now ... THAT scares me.I have to wonder ... are there others? Other children whose fathers were blown to bits ... but lived? How long has this been going on?Is it just evolution? Gradual improvement of the species? Or are we a step above?While I was pondering a screech sounded at the helm.“What just happened?”Seven is back! Chaos reigns. “Coming Tyche.” I rushed. Rushing at night on an open deck is not smart. I. I'm glad you didn't launch early. It's very important that you remain under stealth mode. Continue to monitor me like you always do." Aye Aye, Captain. Thanks for reassuring me, I don't like it when you get hurt." I know you don't. We'll talk more later, OK?" OK. Thanks."Once again James thought it was like comforting a little kid when his computer's protective subroutines were activated full out. But she had saved his bacon on more than one occasion when he encountered trouble.He always. Then, without altering her movements, she seemed to think for a moment and added, “That’s not true, Master. I’m digging in your chest. But since I’m only using my nipples, I can’t make any really big holes. I hope that you don’t mind. I would dig in the sandbox, but we don’t have one, and even if we did, it’s too cold to play outside in it, anyway.” With her eyes as big as saucers she repeated, “I truly hope that you don’t mind.”Steve wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. To his amazement,.