The ship's systems will handle the broadcast transmission and camera view according to what you say." One more question." Go ahead." Why?" I thought I...explained why I chose you." Not that. Why have this broadcast made at all?" Because the secret is out after the flights the Flying Dutchman made last week. So I might as well make the announcement as dramatic as possible." Honey, what else would they expect of the legend of Jacob Jehosophat Stone?" Bob asked her reasonably.Megan slowly got her. But, this could explain Michael’s night out at this particular pub. I looked away, not wanting him to see me staring at them. My friend Christy noticed my momentary distraction. Christy is one of the few people that know all the details of my relationship with Michael. She knows exactly how hurt I was for months, trying to cling to something that had no chance of survival. So, she picked up on my distraction and looked to see what could have caught my attention. “Well…this is interesting.”. The talk we had about never again... And... I'm sorry I don’t mean to flirt so!" She stammered but he felt her eyes gazing in to her eyes and felt warmth spread throughout her body. His eyes traced from her eyeballs to her mouth and back, even daring to look at her ample bosom as it lay below him. He brought her back up and gave an exaggerated tug pulling her slightly closer into him. "Don't say sorry... You’re not a sorry person. You apologize. When you say you’re sorry it makes you sound. His touch brought her pleasure and she squatted slightly to give him fuller access to her sex. She closed her eyes as he reached his free hand up and began to caress her heavy black breasts."Mmmm," she murmured as her excitement mounted."What's wrong, girl?" he asked quietly, "didn't you get to cum enough? I would have thought a fine negress like you would have been fucked silly." No, Massa," she replied, her voice husky, "my massas dint let me cum at all. Only time I cummed wuz when Miz Debbie.