Here’s a news flash for you, Reverend. People don’t care about other peoples’ opinions of how they should have sex. I know all about your anti-L...BTQ rants and ravings. You need to figure something out, Marcy. As much as you might think that you are the sole keeper of how humans should have sex, science has proven that sexual preference is genetic.”“It is not! It is a choice! Those people chose to be gay!”“Really? Let me ask you a question, Reverend Marcy. How old were you when you chose to be. You kiss me tenderly at first, then with such hunger as our tongues dance together in mutual need. You cup my face in your hands and look into my eyes as though you can see to the depths of my soul. You gently stoke my hair then softly kiss my forehead, my cheek, my lips. Then you lick my neck tenderly. As you pull me tight against you, you bite my neck with such passion. You can feel me melt in your arms as a moan escapes my lips. You hold on to me tightly to keep me from falling to the floor.. Vayne, I need ye to clean all these weapons in preparation for thee upcoming battle with thee Falcon. I will return in two hours’ time to check ye progress."Etta left and Seward went to work. The sounds throughout the ship told him that the entire crew was hard at work preparing for the Falcon. The two hours’ passed quickly, Seward had finished twenty minutes early. He sat on the floor, back against the wall and legs spread wide.Seward closed his eyes, thoughts of Myrna and Isabell filled his. My instinct somehow said it was her, meanwhile my phone rang and damn man it was actually her for whom I was waiting to meet up. She was a wheatish woman with perfect slim figure maintained herself real well. Her stats would be 34-28-36 and she was in casual pink tee and a denim jeans revealing the imprint of her legs curves.As we never had such intention towards her then, I shed my feelings off and received her call and waved my hand towards her indicating my presence. A beautiful smile came.