"You can look now." He did. "Hey, Donald, just pretend this is a topless beach, okay?" Sometimes I think I look like a guy."Don tried not to obviously...stare at her ripe luscious melons when his eyes returned to her body. He lowered his lusting eyes to her discarded clothing on the floor. "Would you like something to drink? Besides the water, I have some juice and soda in the frig. Tropicana strawberry orange and Diet Pepsi, as I recall." Do you have any booze?" You drink? I thought you went to. Caress his big balls while my mouth works overtime on that dark skin member. I want him to fuck my mouth like it was his wifes or girlfriends pussy and let him cum wherever he wants to, but I'm always up for a full load of a black mans cum down my throat. My obsession has only grown stronger and stronger and it's getting out of control. It has nearly crippled my brain because every time I need to focus on something, whether it be something at work or listening to my girlfriend talk, the. He'd need some of his to supplement this motley collection. He found the coffee maker and the coffee, and put the machine to work.He returned to the living room and pulled the curtains open a couple of feet. He wondered when Ingrid would return. In the meantime, he became aware of his somewhat ripe body and recognized he needed a shower. They'd been too tired to clean up last night.He undressed in the bedroom and walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He found plenty of bath towels. Four Mercury-class worked with the main ships, although it was not yet clear if they would be assigned to the team. The ships also had Housecat and Galileo shuttles."Maslow," Terry asked the AI instance most concerned with CAP scores, "I've got an organizational problem. CAP still seems to weight for combat skills and aggressiveness. I need to be able to give line authority to some technical people, and possibly some military to status to technical specialists that aren't in the line of.