"There is small delay, so that pilot may escape if not dead or badly hurt; our people at home demand this. But we here who fly these ships are taught ...ot to make such escape, we are told it is our duty to die with ship." Even hearing his words only in my mind I could perceive a sour overtone. "It was my duty. But I am young, I have only thirty of your years, I did not think of duty but only to escape. That is the first part of my shame."His "duty to die?" Who the hell were these ... beings? And. Yolanda was my stepmother and from the day my father brought her home until the day I moved out we did not get along at all. She hadn't been in the house a week and she took over the running of my life. She bought my clothes, she chose my friends and she interfered in everything I did. She made me take piano lessons, she made me take dance lessons and she hauled me to church every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. Tuesday was bible study and Thursday was Youth Group. She gave me bible lessons and I. Her body spasm as if she was alive. Then the doll was set back down on the nightstand. Doll looked like a real person except for her being so small. I woke, I felt stroking at my rock hard cock and I felt like I already had some pre-cum oozing down my cock. I looked at what was stroking my cock and it was the Barbie and that sent me over the edge and I cummed all over her. I just felt this urge to just force my half-staffed dick right into her mouth. I knew the doll had a small mouth, but I did. What could it hurt, taking in to account the shock she had just endured. Peter smiled and put down a hundred, telling Charlotte to keep the change. She did just that, feelings of guilt over taking his money fading by the time Charlotte had started drowning her troubles in chocolate ice cream. Much to her surprise, a familiar elderly man slid into the seat across from her. ‘Well hello there, my favorite grandniece, fancy seeing you here.’ Charlotte smiled and momentarily forgot her troubles as.