My attempts to break free leave my already tiredbody exhausted and I fall pass out. I wake up in a daze, back in mycell. I try to move my body and for...the first time in what seems likedays I'm able to move my arms. I bring my hands to my chest and feel twosmall breasts, then move my hand down my stomach to my groin. Alreadyfearing what I'll find there I grab for my penis, and whiff completely,there's not cock in my groin. I cup my groin and feel pussy lips againstmy fingers. Standing up, I fall. I told them that I was nearly at a climax so then they stopped. Sadly for me at that point. Then we had more to drink, chatted more and dozed again for a while. I awoke and to my relief they were still beside me. They told me this was a ‘Hedonistic’ beach where almost anything goes. More drinks of wine and we were getting well smashed and the chat was getting so horny as we chatted about everything, normal and kinky, you can imagine. Both were bisexual and we fully discussed their sex lives. At. I had to give it some serious thought. I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved doing it, because it was a dream about you. Some of the symbolism in this dream is obvious. The cafe table and the cups of coffee are things we’ve talked about as a part of our first meeting. Waiting to be together is something we’ve also talked about. At first, we wanted to meet to get to know each other better. Then we wanted to meet so we could see each other. After a while, we wanted to be able to touch each other. Now,. This ship was not strictly a submarine, but had been developed with an eye toward similar tactics as for its blue-water counterpart: be stealthy, stand off, blow the enemy to smithereens with long steel cigars of death, slink away to fight again another day, lather, rinse, repeat.Before he'd been picked up, he'd not dared dream of being a grand warrior like his ancestor, as his family still had the distaste of the war that had followed the Great War in their mouths. His ancestor had fought.