He saw Janice Lester's body and features, dressed in a standard Starfleet officer's shirt-dress, female styled, adorned only with command gold. The th...ee rings on the sleeve were unusual; only four women Starfleet officers had reached the rank and position of Starship captain. Well, three women and now himself, a chimera, James T. Kirk, the great womanizer, trapped by an old flame and an ancient alien machine.The lady had been insane, the machine smashed beyond repair. How ironic! James Kirk. I was going to hit her harder anyway and I did, on her ass and legs. She had her arm over her tits as I did this. I told her to move her arm. Knowing what was coming she did, and I hit her breast again and again, paying careful attention to the nipple also. It was amazing, the look on her face, the way she held her arm away so I could hit her, and I interspersed these with blows to her cunt. The cries were luscious.It was time for a short rest. I wanted to hear how she was doing and it was. He got 'em, and a kiss on the cheek and a "Hi, Papa George!" from Kris."Okay, that's it," he said, "you've totally wiped out the grumpy part of this grumpy old man. Kay had me partway back, Laurel, too, but now you, little Krissy, have lit the rest of the candles in my life."Krista smiled at him, and kissed him again on the cheek, and said, "Kay told me what you did for them, and how you've watched out for them, and I added you to my special 'God Bless' list. I hope you don't mind if I call you. The following Saturday, he comes over to my place, we have a beer first and he asks for some head before we leave. I asked if he could wait until later and he jokingly says he “wants one now before my jaw gets sore tonight”. So I give the smartass what he wants and we head into the city. I’m wearing black tights, knee high heeled boots, a tight black t-shirt, a gray sweater, which hardly covers my butt. I’m not wearing any underwear. He tells me I may regret my choice of colors.We get to the.