She returned to her reverie.A father figure was what Kate had called him. In the sense that he was the father of the foetus giving her so much grief, ...he was right. No, Harold was just her donor. Harold was an amazing gentle and caring person. No, Harold would insist on her following some strict scientific c***d raising regime. Probably Kate would too. Damn, she had never thought it through properly. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!Myra landed back on the planet with a bump. They were arguing about. About this morning someone was knocking on the door. Sure enough, it's this young striking hunk of a black man with my package. Said he was under orders to hand deliver it. I barely heard him as I couldn’t take my eyes off him. This k** was a god. Maybe 5'9", 170 lbs, and toned as hell. Not to mention a huge bulge in his tight mesh shorts. It was something to see. His muscles were glistening with sweat as it was already in the upper 80s outside.He asked if it would be possible to use my. "Did you and Commander Peterson make peace?" Tony asked turning back to his friend and commander.Martin nodded as he set the pad aside. "We know where each other stand in the scheme of things." He said answered. "Admiral Wallace might be right. She could be a very good officer if only she wouldn't be so damn arrogant and uptight. We'll see if we can't change that while she's up here." I hear she's got a pretty wicked tongue. One of the med techs in the lab said she can cuss you in four. " What happened next damn near made my head explode. I remember her kinda biting her bottom lip and sliding her one foot up the leg of my shorts while I tended to her other with my nose and mouth. She started wiggling her sweaty and sticky toes on my hardon. Of course, being 15, and only having had one blowjob and a couple of movie theater handjobs at that point in my life, it wasn't long before I shot my wad on Sarah's toes. In my recollection it was the biggest load I had ever popped off up.