Had it not been for the peerless bravery of our good Captain Harrington and the courageous Lieutenant Littlefield, we most certainly would have been l...st at sea somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. Though having lost our glorious airship and most of our supplies, some of us made it safely to shore, holding out hope that the rest of the crew as well as the missing members of our expedition survived as well, possibly carried by the powerful currents and washed up upon these strange shores elsewhere.. The thought that she might be pregnant and therefore missed a period never crossed her mind.As was the usual case, Sharon had grown accustomed to the sounds of the house, and could tell when David got up in the morning. The house was well-insulated but some sounds of activity (usually the flushing of the toilet) could be heard downstairs, and Sharon trained herself to be away at the first of those sounds every morning.Sharon knew that she had about 15 minutes, maybe longer, before the light. With my eyes on the easel she got up off her chair and rolled a typing desk to her chair and took her seat which was 15 or 20 feet away from where i sat. the typing desk was just a table top on a frame of metal legs. i swallowed nervously realizing i now had an unobstructed view of mrs. brinson's legs. as she worked the keys of the typewriter she began to cross and uncross her legs lifting her leg higher than usual as she did. the edge of her skirt rode even higher up her thighs. her. She always had at least one vibrator-equipped fairy inside her, even on store runs. Now she was ready to go down (or up) on her new friend and promised herself to keep sucking through the rolling climaxes.Angel should have watched that video Meg talked about. She would have still been too curious to resist but would have at least brought the trashcan closer to the bed. With just the cutest squeal of glee, Blossom began unloading swill after swill of her rich prostatic fluid into Angel’s mouth,.