A quick glance at the clock told me it was almost seven o'clock. Saturday was my day to catch up on chores around my quarters. Laundry was an absolute...necessity. Food shopping was another. Washing the car if the weather permitted. Somehow, I didn't feel quite as motivated as I would normally. Perhaps it was my morning erection tucked neatly between the lovely cheeks of Mary's backside. Perhaps it was my hand on her breast, playing lightly with the nipple. Perhaps it was the scent and warmth of. Our lips separate just long enough to allow the fabric to pass up and over your head, and they immediately return to a dance of crazed lips and tongue, sliding together both wet and heated. My hand slides up and down your body, wanting to feel skin. A quick flick and snap of your bra, and your breasts are exposed to the cool air, waiting and wanting my warm lips to find them. I separate our kiss, moving down, softly biting and nipping your neck, shoulders, finding your breasts warm, and your. She had set her Comm up to mirror her display commands so that if she selected a single individual or the entire group, the Comm unit would do the same.Once launched, the shuttles accelerated away from the parent ship and, when they reached the pre-programmed velocity, shut down the engines and coasted around the planet in a ballistic orbit. They had rudimentary cloaking capability that denied the sensors of any hostile ship the ability to lock on to the small vessels. They would coast in until. "Aaaw, poor little girl. Did that make you cry? What a worthless little bitch you are."He lets go of my hair long enough to remove his pants and turn me to the side so the outside world can watch as he plunges his cock straight down my throat, grabbing my hair again and holding my head still as I gag and struggle to breathe."Now you have a reason to cry, slut."And I do, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. He finally lets go and I suck in several deep breaths, coughing and sputtering yet.