That's in large part because explanations are always utilitarian, rational, and based on principles of acquisition, self-justification, and the univer...ally agreed upon value of survival. What I'm doing here has nothing to do with any of these sensible daytime pursuits. What I'm doing is gambling everything (yes, even my life) for a moment of ecstasy—the ecstasy of losing everything for nothing. Nothing, that is, but the thrill of absolute surrender.It’s sexual, to be sure, but not just. She did a full circle and then faced me.The wet tee shirt not only showed clearly the outline of her tits but the hard points of her nipples, which jutting out, dark against the white cotton. The wet pink shorts clung to her almost like spandex, showing the outline of her panties. The sight was totally erotic and my cock began to respond. She was arousing me."It does feel cool," she said, looking directly at me. "At least, and for this you're lucky, you didn't wet my hair. If you had, you'd be. A few showed the woman sucking the men’s cocks while being spanked. It made me so turned on that I took the mag into the living room and settle down to have a proper good look. It made me feel very excited and it fascinated me how these women let themselves be treated like that. I could feel my pussy becoming wet. Something about the whole idea of being spanked intrigued me, it was very kinky and unusual.The following week when the gardeners were here, I made them a brew and we chatted, but I. All systems check." Iarracht, cleared for departure to Mars orbit," said Tara adopting a more traditional phrasing. "May the Gods and Goddesses be with you."The Command Staffs on Dóchas, Phoenix and Eagle watched with some anxiety as Iarracht begin her departure sequence. Soon she lifted slowly off her cradle and then began accelerating toward her orbital insertion window.Everyone let out a sigh of relief when Iarracht drifted into a position near the other three Dóchas ships in just under 110.