His fingernails, previouslyragged and unclean from his many a late nights' scribbling in his variousjournals, were now well-manicured almond shapes. T...e moonlight shined offtheir surface, as if bearing a coat of clear polish. And that wasn't all.His hands had never exactly been hard or calloused those of a workman,his career as a scholar leaving little room for manual labour. Yet evenstill he could see just how much the skin on them had softened, becomingpale, smooth and... dare he say it,. He could feel the crack between his mother's legs, and finally, her pussy, as the rigid shaft forced itself against the spread cheeks of her ass.There was no doubt she could feel the hard bar against her pussy, but she made no motion or comment that indicated she was aware of his predicament.Terri at first ignored the hard rod pushing against her ass. Then without thinking, she adjusted herself slightly and the pressure switched directly to her pussy. In the beginning, she was irritated that. I sat where he pointed and waited until he got off the phone. The walls were covered with big photos of football teams. "Jackson, Bill Jackson, right? How's it going, Bill. Survived your first week, that's good, damn good. Some can't hack it." Don't think I can, sir." What's the problem, boy. You jus' got started, first job ain't it?"I nodded. "It's all the sex, sir. The fucking in the halls and the way the girls dress and act. Hard to teach in a room where girls are petting boys' cocks and the. Right now, he is being processed through the airlock to the medics.”“Very good Lieutenant. I’ll be heading that way.”I broke into the conversation. “Before you hang up, Lieutenant, and this goes for all of you here. Crewman Murphy goofed up. If you are going to goof up, do it here while we’re docked. I would rather have lessons learned here. Rather than tragedies suffered in the belt. I want it stressed to everybody that crewman Murphy might have made a mistake, but he erred on the side of.