I know that doesn't make much sense—but the plan was to run a cycle of continuous operations until relieved—if we found something worth sending a ...elief expedition. Otherwise, we should be complete in under six hours, well within human limits. If we found something really important we'd be busy for the forty hours it would take for Central Command to send a relief expedition. The Messenger of the Gods would check out the wreckage, pull initial rescue operations if necessary, and report. We. After dinner I heard her mumbling under her breath, preoccupied as if she was trying to straighten her mind by vocalizing her thoughts. Around 6 pm she showered, did her hair, and after she had powdered and perfumed herself, she came to me, fresh, sweet, and naked from her toilet, and asked me to please fuck her. She looked absolutely beautiful and delicious, and I was more than happy to oblige her request. Before I stuck my cock in her, however, I stroked and petted her for a long time trying. With her left hand she found one of her breasts, squeezing and releasing, rolling her fingers back and forth across her erect nipple. That sent a shock through her body, the sensitivity of her nipple translating the sensation to her aching clit. She let her hand glide down over her belly, one finger tracing beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. She could feel the outline of her lacy panties below her pants, and suddenly wanted desperately to be wearing only those. Rebecca quickly pulled off. You opened the passenger door and slid in beside me, your eyes gazing into mine as we greeted each other like a pair of nervous k**s. You were dressed in your Nurse’s uniform, top two buttons undone revealing the top of your sheer silk black bra. Your uniform dress was really tight fitting and the excitement had swollen your nipples, which were prominent through your uniform. The uniform dress was really short and had ridden up your thighs to reveal the top of your fishnet stockings and.